I am mesmerized by the beauty of watercolors in nature and art. How can we not be awestruck by the glorious shades of an evening sunset or morning sunrise? They are the beauty in nature which encapsulates a feast of the eyes, a letter written on our hearts and the place we find beauty and respite from the cares of life. It is no wonder then that so much of our literature includes them. As photographers, we MUST capture them at every opportunity in every place in our world. For us, a return to the Marshes of Amelia Island, Florida and South Carolina give us photography enough art for a lifetime. They are in our estimation the joy in photography and art.
Time is flying by and it will soon be spring and travel to our favorite spring places. This year we are adding the ocean to our travel itinerary as well as our number one destination the amazing Biltmore Estate and Gardens. This historical place is a photographer’s dream from the beautiful architecture to the landscapes with the Blue Ridge mountains as a backdrop to the Conservatory, winery, equestrian center and more. Our favorite, the “Blooms” (Festival of Flowers) each year is a must-do for floral and landscape photographers. The Biltmore is very hospitable to photographers and encourage you to photograph the grounds and gardens. There are so many opportunities for photography, not only for the professional photographer but for all photographers and visitors. Take advantage of the beauty at Biltmore.
The most beautiful time of the year arrays itself in magnificent color, azure skies and bursting sun-filled days. We are traveling the Shenandoah in search of the perfect southern fall landscape. Where will it be? High or low country? Valley or mountain top? Vineyard or farm? Lakes or forests? Would it be we have many days of breathing in this beauty, fresh air with our companions in hand to capture it all. Come travel with us . . .
~ ~ ~ MY love will come in autumn-time When leaves go spinning to the ground And wistful stars in heaven chime With the leaves’ sound.
Then, we shall walk through dusty lanes And pause beneath low-hanging boughs, And there, while soft-hued beauty reigns We’ll make our vows.
Let others seek in spring for sighs When love flames forth from every seed; But love that blooms when nature dies Is love indeed!
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Love Autumnal, Oliver Jenkins