After the storm, the sunset came. It was bright and dark all at the same time. The sky, the air, looked as if it was on fire.
For this week’s challenge, explore the classical elements of earth, air, water, and fire. How do you capture something invisible like air, or the movement of water? Or, more personally, is there a place you go to feel connected to the earth? Take a moment to explore these elements, in or out of balance, together or individually, as you pick up your camera this week.
“There is only you and your camera. The limitation in your photography are in yourself. For what we see is what we are”. – E. Haas
A patchwork/collage from my photography. Thank you for visiting.
east coast South Africa (photo by Our Rumbling Ocean)
American Falls from USA side
Mill at Balls Falls, Ontario
I often wonder why this bridge was built? What is it connecting?
But then I think of how wonderful it is to find a little red bridge under a beautiful, old, green willow tree and I smile. That is reason enough.
Is it the bridge that connects Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada to Niagara Falls, New York, USA? An invisible line divides the two cities into separate counties. It’s the world renowned view, the thrill of all that water, that connects the two cities.
One of my favourite views includes this bridge. It connects the two sides of a steam. What is symbolizes is our place to connect with nature.
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This challenge is wide open. Evanescent can be any fleeting moment in time. It could be the moment you drop a seed into your garden, marking that promise of new growth to come. It could be a photo of the Eastern Phoebe that visits your deck each day, wagging her tail as she calls her own name. If you’re in the Southern Hemisphere, it could be that carpet of leaves that fell overnight, before the wind scatters them. It might be the moment you light the first fire of Fall.
That moment between transferring energy to the shot put and its landing.
This patch of crocus’ are densely packed, all pushing to turn their faces to the Spring sun.