The Painted West

The amazing American West holds special memories for us from our travels to those incredible places from our beginnings as we toured the United States to capture its beauty from East to West, North to South.  Our first adventure was prior to “digital days” wherein we captured the sights in film like the hero of landscape photography Ansel Adams.  As we return again for a bit of nostalgia to our film and infrared photography days again, we are using some of the excellent programs available to produce prints of our work including HDR-DRI.  This film slide image is a favorite and a part of our Art on Canvas “The Painted West” Collection.

The Painted West

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“DUSK its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies,
Over twilight mountains where the heart songs rise,
Rise and fall and fade away from earth to air.
Earth renews the music sweeter. Oh, come there.
Come, acushla, come, as in ancient times
Rings aloud the underland with faery chimes.
Down the unseen ways as strays each tinkling fleece
Winding ever onward to a fold of peace,
So my dreams go straying in a land more fair;
Half I tread the dew-wet grasses, half wander there.
Fade your glimmering eyes in a world grown cold;
Come, acushla, with me to the mountains old.
There the bright ones call us waving to and fro—
Come, my children, with me to the ancient go.”
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“A Call” George William Russell (1867-1935)

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Spirits of Dawn And Majestic Heights

We return to the beauty of the mountains from the seaside to enjoy the majesty of heights and quietness of special places. Morning walks are best here where beauty, poetry and restful hearts, minds and bodies enjoy a refreshing for busy days ahead. Walk with us…

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O SWIFT forerunners, rosy with the race!
Spirits of dawn, divinely manifest
Behind your blushing banners in the sky,
Daring invaders of Night’s tenting-ground,—
How do ye strain on forward-bending foot,
Each to be first in heralding of joy!

With silence sandalled, so they weave their way,
And so they stand, with silence panoplied,
Chanting, through mystic symbollings of flame,
Their solemn invocation to the light.

Too still for dreaming, too divine for sleep,
So range the firs, the constant, fearless ones.
Warders of mountain secrets, there they wait,
Each with his cloak about him, breathless, calm.
And yet expectant, as who knows the dawn…

But lo! the east,—let none forget the east,
Pathway ordained of old where He should tread.
Through some sweet magic common in the skies,
The rosy banners are with saffron tinct;
The saffron grows to gold, the gold is fire,
And led by silence more majestical
Than clash of conquering arms, He comes! He comes!
He holds His spear benignant, sceptrewise,
And strikes out flame from the adoring hills.

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Excerpts from Sunrise on Mansfield Mountain by
Alice Brown (1878-1962)
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Marshlands Edge to Infinity

Today the marshlands at peak beauty show a dazzling color palette that is the envy of artists, poets and photographers alike. How can we capture such beauty with purity? We must, we try, we can. Let it mesmerize your eyes and soul.

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“The tide ’s at full; the marsh with flooded streams
Glimmers, a limpid labyrinth of dreams.
Each winding creek in grave entrancement lies
A rhapsody of morning-stars. The skies
Shine scant with one forked galaxy,—
The marsh brags ten: looped on his breast they lie.”
-Sidney Lanier

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Photography Notes: HDR Photomatix Pro 5 – Topaz Labs: Oil Painting, Adjust & Clean
Photography: Copyright, JayJacy Photography for @HDRCHIC ©2016 All Rights Reserved- No Reblogs Please. Thank you.