The Old Southwest Neighborhood Association organized a very pleasant event for this morning. Somewhere between 20 and 30 artists came to the park for plein air painting, and many hung other examples of their work along the fence around the tennis courts.
The reason I enjoyed it so much was that it seemed such a distance from today’s so-called “community sidewalk art shows”, with big entry fees, requirements to display in tents, and artists from halfway across the country participating. In truth, maybe I enjoyed it so much because of it reminded me of the old, more innocent days of the Roanoke Sidewalk Art Show. Below, just a few shots of a nice morning.
This is a pleasant, working hayfield surrounded by abundant native wildflowers with a few ruins from the original farm. Beautiful views, great to shoot, wreaking havoc on my allergies today.
I seem to be gravitating toward photo compositions that use a lot of negative space. (Although not always, of course). There’s no real reason, I just am finding it appealing.
A couple of the church steeples were shot in light fog in the morning.
The houses across the street behind me were lit, so they reflected in the glass doors.
From our walk this morning, this reminds me of all the time I spent visiting relatives in WV when I was a kid. Lots of houses there built right on the railroad tracks.
Saturday evening bluegrass at the Salem farmers market.
Apparently when I went down the trail to the Kaymoor Mine, the combination of heavy overcast and dense leaf cover made it much darker than I realized. I forgot about the human eye’s uncanny ability to adjust to different light levels. I shot 10 and 15 second exposures when I should have been shooting 2 and 3 minute exposures. So, nothing.
I am posting one color negative pinhole from the overlook, an unabashed tourist view, one B&W from there, and a couple of handhelds I took in my back yard just to finish up a roll.
Live and learn. As has been said once or twice.
This is unedited except for some cropping at the top. The vignette is a natural result of the 25mm wide format pinhole.
Plus a couple of signs on the way into Beckley, where I spent the night before heading down to Kaymoor.
The Kaymoor Mine Trail is No Country For Old Men. The 850 steps is the easy part, the rest is VERY strenuous rocks and roots, all made very slippery today by the rain. I fell 6 times going down, nothing hurt but my bottom, but ran into a nest of ground wasps at the bottom, got stung maybe 10 times, some of them through my blue jeans. Then back near the top, at total exhaustion, I took a header down a 5 foot trail drop, landed on head and shoulders. A bump and cut on the head, numerous bad abrasions on arms and shoulders, wrenched neck, banged up ribs, covered in black mud and lost my glasses for about 5 minutes. Help arrived in the form of one of the Ohio rock climbers who happened upon me, helped clean up the head injury and then stayed with me most of the way back to the car.
Sadly, even getting down to the bottom was so hard I was exhausted, and a lot of my handheld shots are shaky and no good. Plus I was dripping wet, which made pinhole shooting tough. But I’m glad I went!
More photos to come, once I get some energy back.
I’m pretty sure I’ve already posted this on FB, but maybe not on the blog. The teeth and eyes are flattened .357 magnum shells.