Secret Lake Dreams

A beautiful Autumn day at the lake with dreams of picturesque scenes of capturing new images soon of winter snow in white bliss, winter-blue skies and awesome sunsets.  Each season we return to Secret Lake as it presents itself arrayed in nature’s finest.  One only needs to be here to fulfil ones photographic dreams in color and light.

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“Into a gradual calm the breezes sink, A blue rim borders all the lake’s still brink;
There doth the twinkling aspen’s foliage sleep,  And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy deep:
And now, on every side, the surface breaks Into blue spots, and slowly lengthening streaks;
Here, plots of sparkling water tremble bright, With thousand thousand twinkling points of light…”
_W.Wordsworth

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Twins On The Lake Bank

The last days of autumn travel and photo walks are upon us.  We finished our travels on the East Coast, the Shenandoah Valley and final walks at several historic towns and parks.  We fell in love again with fall foliage season and its beautiful transitions to sleep for winter.  The skies, sunrise and sunsets have been breathtaking as well and we look forward to winter photo walks with those as backdrop to new-fallen snow and ice-laden lakes.  Travel with us . . .

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“I will tell you when they parted:
When plenteous Autumn sheaves were brown,
Then they parted heavy-hearted;
The full rejoicing sun looked down
As grand as in the days before;
Only they had lost a crown;
Only to them those days of yore
Could come back nevermore.
When shall they meet? I cannot tell,
Indeed, when they shall meet again…”
_Rossetti
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Solemn Imagery at Imagination Lake

Autumn stretches our color consciousness to embrace the warm colors as the weather cools.  It invites us outdoors to take in its beauty and photograph it for lasting memory.  As photographers, we appreciate the colors as it enhances our cognitive capacity of hues and ranges of the spectrum of color.

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“To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone,
Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake;
And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands
Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth
Uplifted, he, as through an instrument,
Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls,
That they might answer him.–And they would shout
Across the watery vale, and shout again,
Responsive to his call,–with quivering peals,
And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud
Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild
Of jocund din! And, when there came a pause
Of silence such as baffled his best skill:
Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he hung
Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise
Has carried far into his heart the voice
Of mountain-torrents; or the visible scene
Would enter unawares into his mind
With all its solemn imagery, its rocks,
Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received
Into the bosom of the steady lake.”*

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*THERE WAS A BOY William Wordsworth

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