Tag Archives: Alabama
The Forest in my Backyard
End of the Season
This sunset photo looking skyward at a lone tree is a bit of a cliché, but still, filled with symbolism for the end of the year 2020. We can all hope for a sunrise on a New Year promising an end to the pandemic, a burgeoning economy, healthcare for everyone and reasonably priced education that every student can afford without sustaining overwhelmingly burdensome debt.
Bromeliads on a Live Oak Twig
Longleaf Pine Forest
Toadstool From the Toad’s View
Fortunately for me, last night’s hurricane Laura landed well to the west of Gulf Shores.
Although heavy rain fell most of the night, this elegant toadstool withstood the downpour. This morning it was fresh, looking newly developed, but by late afternoon it began to droop; age is having its affect.
I believe this fungus is poisonous to humans, but the ants seem to be getting something beneficial from it.
Wet, Wet Rose
My Neighbor, Darrin
He’s the son of a Baptist minister, and a nurse mother. He’s a veteran of the U.S. Army having served in Germany during the Cold War. He’s the father of a beautiful daughter, and he’s a soon-to-be grandfather. He’s a genuinely nice man and my friend.
Throughout most of my career, I took pictures of products, processes and places, but I began this job shooting weddings and portraits. Every now and again I feel the compulsion to create photographs of people. Darrin was an available and agreeable subject. I hope my portrait of him does justice.
It’s Just a Tiny Weed
River in the Root
From This a Mighty Branch…
How to Photograph a Tugboat
Dreary Sign of the Times
Not a terribly scenic photo, but it is a sign of horrible economic times in south Alabama. All Gulf Coast beaches have been closed since March 27. Most businesses have closed and tourist rentals stand vacant. There were no spring breakers, no Snowbirds and the Hangout music festival has been cancelled. This portable sign sits at the edge of the Foley Beach Express about ten miles north of the Gulf of Mexico beaches at Gulf Shores and Orange Beach.
The Chair, a broken fence and an ancient Oak
…the fence blocks socialization, the tree doesn’t participate in any kind of conversation; I can only guess at its stories, its past, who visited before, the pain it must have felt when the fence was nailed to its side.
Isolation – it’s a bitch. In my next life, please, don’t let me be a tree.