Finding Photos On Memory Lane

It is time to sit down and write my blog. I have been very busy getting ready for some art shows coming up in April. At one of them, Day on the Green, I will have my own booth which means I will be able to have lots of images available. I have shown in galleries and at art shows before but I have never had a booth at an event. It is a completely new experience and getting ready entails a lot of preparation. One of the many things I have been doing is going through the archives of my images looking for ones I had would like to print and share. It seemed at first a daunting task to go through all of my old images, but I have come to enjoy it as it has become a walk down memory lane. Every now and then I find an image I had previously overlooked, like the image above which was taken in 2012 in Acadia National Park. I had climbed down the cliffs (at the far end) and had been shooting along the shore. When I was finished I climbed out on the near end and came upon this vantage point and stopped to shoot.

On the same trip, there was a four masted schooner in the harbor at Barr Harbor. Another image I had forgotten, it was taken first thing in the morning. The light was still on in the little guardhouse but no sign of anyone anywhere. This picture is made up of two images stitched together in order to capture the whole scene and the reason why it has a bit of a panorama feel to it.

A couple of days before shooting the ship, I was in Kennebunkport, Maine, and happened into a gallery. There was a photograph of a little rowboat in the fog, suspended in a peaceful meditative moment. It was an uncomplicated image that oozed calm and serenity. From then on, every time I arrive at a harbor I start looking for little rowboats that might express a similar moment. So far I am still looking as it takes just the right size and shape of boat along with, perhaps, misty foggy weather conditions to enhance the mood. The image above is almost what I have been looking to find.

Well, it is time to stop daydreaming and get back to my preparations for the show. Hope to see you back here next week.

If you enjoyed these images you may want to visit Bob’s fine art landscape images on his website by clicking here.

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