Harford County

Golden Hour

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When you work out in the country, every road is a new adventure.  I managed to leave a job site just before 5 one day this week, when the sun was starting to move towards the horizon, casting long shadows and a creamy hue on all it touched, appropriately known as the golden hour.  I drove past field and barns and fences and pulled over nearly every half a mile to jump out of the car and make a shot with the seemingly perfect backdrop illuminating all.  It was definitely below freezing and I hate shooting in gloves, so my fingers quickly went numb (second time this week - oh well I'll take some pain for my art) and people driving by probably wondered what in the hell this crazy girl was doing (car still running with flashers on in the road), but whatever this is rural Maryland and I'll let them wonder.  No editing needed and I'm officially in love with my new f1.8 lens. I actually really love the fixed lens aspect, aside from the great aperture and better glass, it's one less thing for me to think about and changes how I view composition. Enjoy!  I sure as hell did :)

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Magical Morning

Sometimes you are lucky enough to have an unexpected magical morning.  I unexpectedly had to run out to a site for work yesterday morning, our coldest day yet in Northern Maryland, hitting around 14 degrees plus some windchill.  This part of Harford County is rural and beautiful and as I turned east towards my site, I entered a dirt road, barely wide enough for two cars to pass, following the meandering path of Deer Creek as it lingered towards the Susquehanna.  The Creek was icy, but still forging ahead.  A conclave of Northern Cardinals swooped in front of my car, persuading me to extract myself from heated seats and brave the wind, crimson against the brown veil of forest. DSC_1040

I pulled over and was drawn to the water by the squeaks and groans of ice passing ice.  A solitary Kingfisher made his presence known, demanding this territory to be his alone, save the wind in the trees.

Later, turning for home, I crossed the creek again, over a historic, single lane bridge, bringing into view an old red barn, rehabbed at some point in its life to a house.  Three doors to nothing but space marked the north side with a pulley rope and hook hanging down, indicating some prior use.

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Stream Restoration

I've been lucky enough to be asked to do the photography for my new-ish company, capturing construction, new techniques and post-restoration over time.  It's a great opportunity for me to get out and hone my own techniques and have my photos used for more than just taking up space on my own harddrive or publishing here for kicks and giggles.  Here are a couple from a site we completed this past summer. Rigdon05 Rigdon04