ephemerallife

braselton man

 

where pots go to die

 

through and through

 

window and stone

I like the texture in this image, from the stacked stone chimney to the saw marks in the window boards.

dead cow hanging

 

reflection in flight

Monday morning, my parents and I visited Hurricane Shoals, a county park about twenty minuted from their home in Georgia. While there, we saw a gorgeous great white egret fishing in the river. The bird allowed us to get remarkably close and we sat and watched it for a while. When the bird finally decided to move on, it lifted into the air and passed right in front of us.

My mother and I both snapped away, but panning shots are something that I am not practiced at and was not really prepared for. However, I did get one great shot of the bird's reflection in the surface of the river. I flipped the image, cropped and made my adjustments. I am pretty happy with the results.

Thought you might want to see a more conventional image of the beautiful bird.

the one for uncle eddie

 

This barn is located just a few minutes from my parent's home in northern Georgia. My Uncle Eddie has had his eye on this barn for some time and though he has photographed it on several occasions, he has never been happy with the results. He asked me to give it a try so that we could compare results.

We packed up our gear and made the short drive. Unfortunately, the gorgeous morning light was on the back side of the building and we had to shoot the front in shade. We tried several angles and lenses & out of the dozen shots that I took, this is my favorite.

Now, I am looking forward to seeing Uncle Eddie's results.

 

 

last day

 

Meet my sister, Kelly.

 

 

And her husband, Bill. Notice that they are both wearing their best hiking gear... not! While both wore shorts, they also wore their dress shirts. Bill had his pen, glasses and case placed neatly in his shirt pocket. I don't think that Bill owns a single T-shirt. If I told you that Bill was a math teacher at a private school, would you be surprised?

I spent my last full day and night at their house in the North Georgia mountains. We had a really wonderful day of hiking and eating followed by some visiting with each other and finally, we capped the day off by going to bed early at 7:30. This seems to be very typical of my visits with them. We have a fantastic day, wear ourselves out and go to bed before the sun.

 

 

We started off by driving further into the mountains between Georgia and North Carolina. The day was relatively clear for a hot summer day and we could see for miles. The entire vista was uninterrupted nature. Mountains and forests without a sign of human habitation in site.

 

 

 

Once we were well into the mountains and near Highlands North Carolina, we stopped and went for a long hike at Glenn's Falls. The hike started through the forrest of tall pines, scrubby wild rhododendron and mountain laurel.

 

 

 

Eventually we found the falls. Three in all. They were wonderful to see and gave off a welcome cool mist. All told, we probably hiked two miles, all up and down hill. While Bill and I had appropriate hiking shoes, Kelly finished the entire trip wearing only a pair of beaded and bejeweled flip flops. Kelly kept asking how much further and Bill would only answer, just a little farther. Together they make a really warm couple to be around. They tease each other non stop and like to hold hands while they are walking.

 

 

On the way home, we stopped at Dry Falls, just a short walk from the highway. Typical of Bill's generosity, he wanted me to see the falls while we were up there. The wet spray coming from the falls resulted in spectacular green foliage and mosses along the trail

If you are ever in Northern Georgia and want to know of some local trails, just ask Bill. He might even go with you... just relax, ties are optional.

 

 

homeward bound

 

Today I am making the drive home after more than a week visiting with my family and friends in Georgia. I had a wonderful visit and while I was here, I made the grand tour of Atlanta and my families homes. I thought that for today's post, I would share with you some of the random images that represent what I will be remembering on my way home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'll be thinking about the good times and great people I spent my week with. I hope you are meeting with good friends and family while you are making memories of your own.

Happy Saturday

 

mr. lee's house

 

Sitting amongst the modern subdivisions in my parent's semi-rural Georgia town sits Mr. Lee's home. He and his wife have lived there for many years and their house is a reminder of another time. Homes like Mr. Lee's are disappearing all over the south and I will miss them when they are all gone.

As a younger version of me, I can remember seeing more of these homes. I would often see the lady of the house out sweeping the yard and even the occasional flock of chickens. Of course, there were dogs out in the yard and under the porch.

I hope the Lee's have many happy years ahead of them. When the time comes for them to pass, I know their home will go with them. When they are gone, their children will probably sell the land and a huge McMansion will take the place of what I think is a fine home and a reminder of what used to be.