Sea of Yellow

Wagner Farms
Haiku Poetry

Late in the afternoon I headed out to explore with the camera. I didn’t have a particular destination in mind, it only needed to be different. Someplace I haven’t been in a while. I was letting my subconscious decide the turns along the way when I remembered Wagner Farms was open. They have sunflower fields!

The sky was looking fantastic. My excitement was palpable. Drive!

I parked the car and could not get the camera out of the bag quick enough. I took a step back. I slowed my breathing. The sunflowers were not going anywhere. I needed a moment to plan.

The macro lens was on the camera which is what I wanted to capture details. What to do for the long shots, the grand vistas, the sweeping landscapes… bring another camera! With one camera hanging off my hip from the capture clip and the other from the strap around my neck I walked into the fields.

It was a sea of yellow! Glorious!

Dang, I’m not alone. What are these other people doing in my fields? Breath…

I explored the main field switching between the two cameras every few feet. I had forgotten how people use the sunflower fields for photo shoots. Navigating around portrait photographers and their subjects was interesting but I was determined to not let it ruin my afternoon. I happily collected my images.

Off to the second field. Different varieties of sunflowers with the non-standard coloring were in the second field. There were also less people. My smile was growing.

I was almost done with the second field when noticed the sky. Whoa! The clouds had rolled in but the sun was streaking through them. I needed that image. I knew exactly where to get the one I wanted. Back to the first field…

To say I wanted to run would not be admitting too much, right? No, running not allowed. I settled on asking Mother Nature not to change the view. Please stay a few more minutes… please. Whew! I made it.

There are small platforms along the fields to give some elevation. Not high, maybe four feet but enough to allow you to look out across the entire field with the sun flowers poking through a blanket of green. This is the image I wanted. The words started trickling into my head as soon as I stepped off the platform…


Hope.  Streaking earthward
Alighting on yellow seas
Spirit replenished

Sea of Yellow
Olympus PEN-F, M. Zuiko 17mm f/1.8, 1/250s, f/11, ISO 200

Sunset Window

Delta Lake State Park
Haiku Poetry

Hopefully, you never stop growing, or exploring who you are. You are not who you started out to be, the journey changes you. The challenge is being open to that change. The fun is finding a kindred spirit to share in the journey…


Capturing pictures
Moments frozen out of time
Windows to the heart

Sunset Window
Olympus E-M1 Mark III, M. Zuiko 12-100mm f/4, 1/40s, 38mm, f/11, ISO 200

Lost Youth

Delta Lake State Park

It was a long day at work! And the sad part is I barely worked on any of my stuff. After surviving the day, there was no way my butt was going to end up on the couch this evening. I needed a re-charge. I had a few options but the call of a sunset with the sounds of water hitting the beach would be the boost I needed… off to Delta Lake.

I drove up earlier than I normally would for a sunset. This was supposed to be about relaxing and hopefully get a sunset, not a task oriented photo shoot. I walked around the park soaking it all in… aaahhh! Just what I needed.

In one of the picnic areas I came across a swing set. I had grabbed an image here way back in 2013 (After the children go home…). I got a little sad when I saw the state of disrepair in this area. I’m not sure why it hit me like it did. I believe it was due to a conversation I had with a friend at work. We escaped the office for lunch and I worked hard to keep the conversation away from work topics. I got him talking about his kids and he was telling me about the swing set he built in his backyard. That has to be it…

I setup the camera and captured an image. The haiku was already rolling around in my head. I need to pack a notebook in my camera bag, my memory is not that good. Plus, people stare when you repeat something over and over so you won’t forget it… no, I’m not crazy, I can’t remember very well. Ok, maybe a little crazy, but it works for me.


Carefree, swinging high
Memories of days long passed
Young exuberance

Lost Youth
Olympus E-M1 Mark III, M. Zuiko 12-100mm f/4, 1/10s, 15mm, f/11, ISO 200

Hold On Daisy

Floral, Midday, Macro

The walk on Friday evening was along the Mohawk River trail. Although it was a beautiful day, the trail was surprisingly empty. This works to my advantage as I stop quite frequently to capture an image. Less people means less stares at the weird guy in the weeds.

I like walking this trail even though it offers less opportunities than the Sculpture Garden trail. This trial allows me to hear the water flowing in the river. And after a long week at work, that was exactly what I needed. The calming sounds of the babbling water… OK, every once in a while you can hear a car horn or city sounds, but I tune those out… focus! We are enjoying the sounds of the water…

I finally reach a section with a few more weeds along the edges. There are also more flowers. Don’t ask me to name them, I don’t know. I suppose if I’m going to take their picture I should get their name first. It would be the polite thing to do.

Then I spot Daisy! She is all alone. A touch of sadness washes over me. I love photographing daisies but I realize their season is up. This one I have to get right. Plenty of angles, changing light, there, that’s the one. Hold on daisy…

Hold On Daisy

Stand defiantly
In a sea of strange embrace
The last survivor

Hold On Daisy
Olympus E-M1 Mark III, M. Zuiko 60mm f/2.8 Macro, 1/500s, f/2.8, ISO 200

It’s Your Time

Floral, Midday, Macro

When I slow down and take the time to be more self-aware I realize my photography has shifted slightly. I’ve always explained myself as a landscape photographer. I chase the rising and setting sun. I drive to the locales for the grand vistas. I still do that, but now I am interested in the details.

The macro lens has spent more time on the camera then any of the other lenses in my bag. I love exploring the myopic view of my surroundings this lens provides. I can show the intricate textures in the petals of a daisy or the amazing detail of Queen Anne’s Lace before it opens to the world.

After chasing the full moon on Saturday morning I was determined to use my weekend to explore. The walking trails in the Griffiss International Sculpture Garden have become old friends to me. I especially enjoy the varying foliage as well as the patches of planted flowers. I was happy to find a particular flower bed in full bloom. And yes, I was the photographer laying in the grass as the other walkers passed by… no worries, I’m OK, the angle is better from down here.

It's Your Time

Changing paradigm
A friendly hand extended
Reach out, it's your time

It’s Your Time
Olympus E-M1 Mark III, M. Zuiko 60mm f/2.8 Macro, 1/1250s, f/2.8, ISO 200

To Me

Thoughts, Ramblings and Introspection

What does my photography mean to me?

A simple enough question. I’ve been thinking about the answer for the better part of a day. Let me back up…

I started reading Rick Sammon’s book Photo Therapy Motivation and Wisdom, Discovering the Power of Pictures. I’ve read a few of Rick’s books and something about the title of this one grabbed me. Maybe it is because I’ve been having a conversation with myself about my photography. It might be because I’ve been thinking differently about the images I have been creating. Whatever the reason, I wanted to explore this one. Rick asks that the reader take it slow, digest each chapter and don’t rush to the end. Each chapter in the book ends with an assignment. The first chapter asks the question at the opening of this post.

I’ve written numerous posts about this topic in the past. Re-reading those posts is enlightening. I can follow the changing thoughts within myself and even the changing direction. I can also see that I rarely follow through completely on stated objectives… I guess I’m better when I let if flow naturally.

To answer the question, what does my photography mean to me? It is my escape, the medication for my ills and my therapy. That isn’t to say it doesn’t frustrate me at times, confound me at other times and make me want to throw in the towel. During those moments I step back, take a breath and let the images come to me naturally.

Yellow Bright

High noon, summer light
Reaching to the rays of life
Warm embrace, shine bright

Yellow Bright
Olympus E-M1 Mark III, M. Zuiko 60mm f/2.8 Macro, 1/2000s, f/2.8, ISO 200

Running Through

Delta Lake State Park

You stick with what you know, or maybe in this case, where you can get to. I ran up to Delta Lake after work yesterday. The weather was great, the temperatures were definitely better than a few days ago, and I had stayed inside all day Sunday and needed to stretch my legs.

It is amazing to me how quickly a place can change. The image I posted yesterday with the layer of open water was captured on Friday. The lake is now frozen over (mostly). I would not venture out onto the ice, especially as I heard it creaking and cracking as I explored for images. I’m assuming the quick change has more to do with the wind than it does with the temperature. Once the water was calm the temperature was able to go to work.

It was another good night at Delta. I grabbed a few of my standard winter images, i.e., the lonely bench isolated with the sun setting in the background, more silhouetted trees and of course, open water reflections. I am drawn to a good reflection. It does intrigue me to see an underground stream pop out through the sand and makes its way to the lake. The water level is still very low and this particular stream would have been in five feet of water at normal levels.

Processing this image this morning had me thinking of another Haiku, actually the first one I wrote after that trip to Philadelphia. Although Delta Lake is convenient the feelings of the words fit for me…


Alone in the car
The journey to see a new
A sunset afar


Running Through
Olympus E-M1 Mark III, M. Zuiko 12-40mm f/2.8, 1/80s, 14mm, f/11, ISO 100

White Blanket


It was snowing a little on Sunday, not enough for much accumulation but it did place an image in my head. I didn’t have anything recently but I searched through my library and found the appropriate image from 2017 where I trekked up to the Egypt Road Trails near Boonville. I wanted an image to go with another attempt at being creative…

White Blanket

Frozen water falls
The animals take shelter
A blanket for all


White Blanket
Olympus E-M1 Mark I, M. Zuiko 12-40mm f/2.8, 1/1000s, 28mm, f/5.6, ISO 200