A Tree Grows in Crystal City?

A Tree Grows in Crystal City?

Architecture, historic sites and Pop Art murals are some of my favorite subjects to shoot when traveling. There is a plethora of fun and funky pop art, murals and interior design all around you and especially in our cities that you have more to photograph that you can imagine.

I also love to photograph red subjects (as you can see from much of my work) and this is especially so in art and design, thus the attraction to this particular art wall in Crystal City. The subject is an exterior wall mural of an authentic design sketch and that’s pretty interesting in itself but what fascinated my photographic/HDR eyes as I passed by was the tree shadow on the wall art.  What a contrast from the art, concrete and buildings of hard surfaces to the soft shadowy live wind-blown tree growing up in the city making its own art reflection. Thus, this was a “must-do” addition for my HDR Pop Art on Canvas Collection. If you are looking for interesting art/artists for HDR application, check out the links below and your city, town or country for great places to photograph this art subject.

Anne Marchand

DC Murals

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Photographing Winchester Virginia

Beautiful historic Winchester, Virginia offers many incredible photography opportunities in every season. It is rich in history, architecture, landscapes, parks, forests, lakes and more. It is especially beautiful in spring with its orchards, mountains, landscapes of green and flora and winter in snow. There are always breathtaking sunrise and sunsets to be photographed and one of the reasons why WinchesterPhotowalk was created and participated in worldwide photography walks and travel. Come for a visit and photograph, you will not be disappointed and will fill your eyes and camera full! Happy Photographing!

City of Winchester, Virginia
Old Town Pedestrian Walking Mall

An Infrared Winter’s Tale

YESTERDAY the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;
Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go
On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge.

I cannot see her, since the mist’s white scarf
Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky;
But she’s waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half
Sobs struggling into her frosty sigh.

Why does she come so promptly, when she must know
That she’s only the nearer to the inevitable farewell;
The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow—

Why does she come, when she knows what I have to tell?

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D.H. Lawrence, Amores. 1916

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