It's a white Christmas in Georgia!

And it's the first time since 1883, I heard someone say. I never thought I'd see it. Apparently Georgia didn't get the global warming memo and we had a Christmas "miracle". (It began snowing Christmas day late in the evening so technically we can say it's a white Christmas, not just a white day-after-Christmas.)
There's something calming and yet primeval about snow. The quiet, the stillness after a snowfall, the untouched expanse of pure white across a meadow...I'm always a teeny bit disappointed to see footsteps in the snow, like I wanted to be the one to step on it first. As the snow blankets and smooths out the landscape, hiding all the details and muffling the noise, it has a similar effect on me as well. Details that clutter our minds get pushed aside and the most elemental needs of survival are not taken for granted....heat, shelter, food, family. Although this miraculous snowfall obliged us by being the nice powdery kind, snowfalls are usually accompanied by dangerous freezing roads and power outages, leaving us stranded for days sometimes. Survival skills are tested and resolutions are made to be more prepared next year. 4-wheel drive....check. Fresh-baked bread that never made it into gift baskets, jars of last summer's garden bounty, holiday leftovers, and coffee....check. Propane tank is full, wood chopped...check. Generator ready....check. Rain barrels are full, hay is in the barn....check! Bring it on, Winter!

Proud Mama

I can't claim credit for taking these 2 pictures (although I did add the transparent flag and edit the top photo). It just isn't possible for me to have a photo gallery blog without including 2 of the photos I'm most proud of. The pride is not in the taking of the picture but in the making of the man. this is my son, Lance Corporal Asa Compton.

Into the Past

My mama is such a nostalgic person, more so with age. She is constantly reminiscing about "the good ol' days" and telling us stories of her childhood growing up in the little southern mill town, Whitehall, Georgia. In October, the town of Juliette, GA held their annual Fried Green Tomato festival...yes, like the movie. (This is the town where the movie was filmed, especially the scenes in the Whistle Stop Cafe). Mama and I, along with my daughter and her roommate, had a wonderful day walking around this old southern town and, when this photo was taken, we were sitting in the cafe waiting on our fried green tomatoes (which are the BEST EVER!) I looked up from my menu and saw her sitting there in a place so like the ones she remembers,with a faraway look on her face. It's as if the window wasn't just looking out onto the railroad tracks but a window looking back into time about 65 years. I titled this one 'Into the Past'.

My 'Vanilla Sky'

Long before there was a Tom Cruise movie by the same name, there was a painting by Monet called "Vanilla Sky". Monet is possibly my favorite artist, maybe because I can sympathize with him, his artistic outlet being such a visual one and struggling with deteriorating eyesight. What a cruel twist of fate, much like Beethoven going deaf. Monet, Renoir, and others are some of the first to use the Impressionistic style of painting, using broken colors and rapid brush strokes, resulting in a "blurry" effect that is way too familiar to me. Maybe that's why I can relate to his work so well.
Although my sky is much more 'vanilla' here than in Monet's painting, I titled it so because of the creamy color that I achieved with cross-processing. Monet's sky was over the Seine River, this photo is of the St. Lawrence River, taken from the parapet of Boldt Castle in the Thousand Islands region of upstate New York.

"The Calf Whisperer"

I took this one behind our barn while my very good (and youngest) friend, Esther, was visiting me. Esther is one of my favorite subjects to photograph, so natural and easy in front of the camera and is as pretty on the inside as she is on the outside. I think even this calf could sense it!

Social butterfly

This photo was the result of my first attempt at close-up photography. Rather than buying an expensive macro lens, I used an extension tube to increase the distance between the lens and the camera, which allows focusing at close range. This was taken with a Canon SLR film camera. I don't remember the film speed or shutter speed but I used a wide aperature to create a shallow depth of field, resulting in the blurred background. This butterfly was feasting on my lantana bush and very nicely posed for this shot.
(from the Flora, Fauna gallery)