These big power lines run right next to one of my favorite abandoned houses. They cut right through the fields. I’ve shot them before. They make an interesting shot. They’ve always looked like giants to me. Tall wooden or steel giants holding the lines that feed the electric world we live in. There they stand, always on duty, braving whatever Indiana has to throw at them. Tall, silent and brave.
I was headed off to work when this photo caught my eye. This was taken at the last stop sign out of the neighborhood.
I often find myself ‘framing’ everything as if it were a ‘shot’. This needed no framing, only to be seen.
I love the simple beauty it holds. The longing sky, the contrast of the grass & sky and the emptiness. Nothing around. Nothing in sight.
A quick shot out of the window of my speeding car, as it flew down S.R. 39. I’ve driven this road a million times. Always headed towards Danville. It can be a long drive from wherever I’m staying and it can be boring, but it’s always worth it when I reach the destination and the person that’s waiting for me at the end. Tonight Hannah drove though, and I got to be a passenger for once. So I got to shoot and scenes that I had seen a million times became interesting. Like this fence line that is along the county line between Boone and Hendricks.
Another roadside shot that caught my eye. I was driving home, on a road I’ve driven a million times past a field I’ve see a million times. It has never been special to me. Just another field, like all the rest. And then for some reason, it caught my eye. It was the light or the clouds or something. I don’t know. It just stuck out for once. I had to stop and snap a shot. Even as I look at it now, it seems ordinary but there is something a little more in it for some reason.
Shot in Hamilton County
I kept seeing these flowers along side the road, and they caught my eye every time. I had to get a picture of them. I love roadside flowers. They just grow wherever they please and for no apparent reason. No one planted them. No one tends them. Some may even think of them as weeds. But they’re beautiful. They decorate the roads we’ve built, making something that was rather ugly into something pretty. I like that these flowers are pointless. They just show that some things that are pointless and random have some worth and value.
Spring time in Indiana. Its rains often and some pretty gnarly storms. I don’t mind though, as long as I’ve nothing to do and I can lay in bed or on the couch and enjoy them. The loud distant thunder, the pouring rain, the smell of hot wet pavement, how green everything looks after a rain and just the overall freshness it restores to the earth.
A favorite childhood memory was when we went out and played in the puddles after a hot summer rain. Guess that love followed me into adulthood 🙂
Memories are easier to hold onto rather than material gifts.
Shot this where I generally see the sun set, just after a storm!
I’m not one big on receiving flowers, as they die, become a mess and the water is gross to clean up. However, in nature, where they should be I find them beautifully captivating. How they grow, what they grow around, how they grow in seasons, the contrast they hold against the earth and sky & those that come back every year. Daisy’s are my favorite. So simple. So delicate. So beautiful. So natural.