The original photo was a 10-minute long exposure overlooking Cobscook Bay in Maine. This is all film and Mother Nature-not computer-enhancement here! September, 2000.
This is a sunset at Gros Morne in Newfoundland. This is one of the last shots I got with my 400mm lens before a strong gust blew over the tripod. September, 2000.
Headed back to Corner Brook in Newfoundland. The season here is short and rough. September, 2000. Below, is a Snowy Plover from Parker River, October, 2000.
I got up this morning after lying in bed contemplating how this piece was not finished. After dinner, I changed all that!
Now. those of you who don’t know what a blizzard “looks” like, have an idea.
I also worked on the two canvases that I have in progress. “Modigliani’s Mistress” is smiling now-sort of. I blocked out more of the ground, and added a second eye to the face, as well.
And, the work that changed the most…
These canvases start completely saturated with paint thinner, to enable the wash effects that I work with. This one got its’ third “bath” tonight, got flipped upside down from the last time I worked on it. I added the metallic gold, white, and deepened some of the purple. It important to note here also that the underlying texture is part of my prep process which includes creating that texture with acrylic paint and a palette knife.
I am hoping to have these canvases both finished this week-end, since there is a call for 100 Market Street that I would like to submit something to. If not, not a tragedy!
I did a lot of shoveling this morning, so an early night for me. Enjoy!
Many of our smaller birds do not migrate, and it always amazes me how they tolerate storms like today. During the height of it, they disappeared. No small wonder, but once the wind started to subside, the robins were back feeding on the sumac, like they had never left.
I watch out my window-and so does my cat-at Robins, Blue Jays, Cardinals and Finches that are hardy enough to endure storms like today, and the environment, in general.
As the snow was still whipping around, but not like this morning the robins started to come out. A sign that the storm was ending. Birds are good to watch for weather predictions, too.
This storm felt overrated for snowfall, and yet it would have been treacherous to drive in-so I am thankful that I didn’t need to. Predictions for the snowfall accumulations were as much as 30 inches on Sunday, and we might end up with 12-15 inches. Nothing to sneeze at, but I have seen worse.
The wind that came along with this storm however…and the combination… are of the deadly variety. Wind chills are below zero. The snow bites into any exposed flesh. Frost bite is more than a possibility. And, the snow is still swirling around to make visibility for more then twenty five feet difficult.
Since replacing my camera is really not something I want to do at the moment, I saved all photography for inside, looking out.
My favorite images of this group include snow on the screen or the window frame, demonstrating that it really is effecting me, even though I am inside.
I am sure that I probably could have tweeked these with any number of programs and made them more interesting to some, adding color, pumping the contrast, etc. My idea for my photography is to remain as true to the image as possible. I will crop, when needed-neither of these were. I enhanced light and contrast minimally so the viewer still sees what I saw-not a tremendous amount beyond the window screen.
My camera travels with me, and I see a continuation of the exploration of this storms visual effects, after the matter.
To be continued. Tomorrow.
We are supposed to get snow…major snow…blizzard-type weather in the next 24-36 hours. I am excited, pumped, knowing that I am “trapped” here tomorrow.
Yes, I have to do my 40-hour gig work, too, but there is something fun about having to stay in for the day. Something like getting trapped in the blanket fort, as it collapsed, as a kid. Not to downgrade the severity of what could happen with this storm. I might lose power, but I live close to a lot of medical facilities, including two hospitals. I am in one of the first grids that are restored.
Storms like this bring out the best in my photography, and I love to play in that medium on the day after a big one. Unfortunately, this year, it’s not happening on a Saturday, so I will have to work. But, here are some images from a storm two years ago…
But, there is something about hearing the wind through the Sumac that borders my apartment and knowing that I could lose power any minute that increases the need to get to the paint or photo or blog 🙂 , or maybe it is just Mother Nature.
A minimal take on a storm, “Through the Bars, (c)Daryl-Ann Dartt Hurst, 2013, digital photography
We’ll see how intense this one is-Nemo was a week-end storm so sorta fun. Iola could be a pain!
I follow my gut with what I should do creatively and when. But, I create, regardless. Let it snow.
As I said on Facebook, Salisbury has always delivered every image I have looked for, post storm:
Further down the coast, I found another place to shoot from. Finding parking was an issue. Fortunately, at 6:30 AM after a storm on a Sunday, everybody else is in bed!
I am always inspired and excited by storms. They are something I can’t control. I tend to not go out in the thick of them, but I have had photographs that I have taken the day after, published. Yesterday, I shot a few right outside, but the light was so flat, and fuzzy because of the storm, that I posted a few on Facebook, and called it “special”.
This morning, I left Rochester around 5:20 AM. I started shooting about an hour later, since my favorite starting place was not accessible.
In the next few posts, you will see photos from coastal New Hampshire and Massachusetts (very northern).