All Photos © 2011 Linda Gayle Parker, All Rights Reserved |
| Entering the trails in The Arboretum, I was taken with this bent old tree, seemed like a character from a movie... |
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| The bridge, as seen from another trail... |
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| Bright daubs of color amid the brush... |
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| Unbelievably blue sky... |
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| Light on the trees rendered them pure white, while the sky began to darken in the east... |
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| Darkening stormy sky, while sun still shining on the trees. I loved the dramatic effect here, shot on the bridge.... |
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| Another angle of the same scene... |
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| Ghostly shots of the trees as the sky darkened further. So dramatic it felt like a Wagnerian opera, and very exhilarating... |
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| Another shot as that dramatic sky started to rumble... |
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| Delicate but lively colors here with the sun on them and dramatic dark sky. This is my favorite shooting weather... |
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| Dark green, light green, traceries of limbs and water........ |
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| Close up of same scene. There was a man standing quietly fishing, just out of my shot... |
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| Shot across the waterside trail, where it goes out over the water... |
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| Raining lightly with thunder in background. Was struck here by the layering pattern of branches against the sky... |
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| Captivating mix of brilliance and deep, dark sky. Taken from a lookout tower on the waterway trail... |
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| The lookout tower, of carved wood, with wild wood in background... |
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| The trail back was absolutely deserted. It is kind of haunting, and makes me think of the book, My Antonia, by Willa Cather... |
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| Sun emerged again from the west again, to create brilliance beside the trail... |
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| Struck, amongst all of the emerging fertility of the beginning of Spring, to see this vulva shape in the earth. Named this shot Gaia Vulva... |
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| Closeup version of Gaia Vulva... |
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| Another angle of this beautiful and interesting fertility symbol, not 3 feet from the trail's edge... |
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| Deepening of colors and shadow, sun sinking, but still shining its radiance, playing out from behind the clouds and trees... |
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| Rain started in earnest, and light failing, but enchanted by the strong, silent and solid presence of the trees. I felt they could begin speaking in whispers... |
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| Rained out at last, watching the drops fall from the car window... |
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| Reflecting and watching the rain. |
