Traveling for the Blooms

We are traveling over a Tri-State area of Washington, DC, Virginia and Maryland to capture the incredible spring burst of Cherry and Apple Blossoms. We are featuring them as our main focus on the blogs this week. This year the blooms are just extraordinary and from white to pink to hot pink blooms to golden-lime-forest green foliage, they are impressive. All of our bloom images will be processed for the “Art on Canvas” series for 2013-2017.

Cherry Blossoms Screen Print

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A panoramic webcam shot of the Cherry Blossoms, Washington, DC

{processed HDR, Topaz, Color Efex, texture overlays.}

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Beautiful Virginia Autumn

One of the most beautiful places in the United States to photograph is the Commonwealth of Virginia and a favorite during the autumn season.  The variety of trees and foliage, its mountains, hills and parks make the autumn colors the perfect subject each year for travelers and especially photography lovers who can find beauty in the foliage everywhere in abundance.

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Virginia is rich in history and beauty.  For HDR-DRI photographers, it is pure joy in shooting.  Grab your gear and come and join us this fall season.

“Lo, ’tis autumn; Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,
Cool and sweeten Ohio’s villages, with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind;
Where apples ripe in the orchards hang, and grapes on the trellis’d vines;
(Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines?
Smell you the buckwheat, where the bees were lately buzzing?)
Above all, lo, the sky, so calm, so transparent after the rain, and with wondrous clouds;
Below, too, all calm, all vital and beautiful—and the farm prospers well.”

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Out in the Woods of Autumn

Magnificent describes the beauty beheld as we travel and photograph the beautiful fall foliage in the Shenandoah Valley.  From the mountains, hills, forests and valleys, we are awestruck by their beauty and changing colors.  You can almost hear the leaves drop with soft whispers of goodnight, we will sleep for a time and awake renewed in color and beauty.  Enjoy this season, it is for a short time.

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“THE AUTUMN time is with us. Its approach
Was heralded, not many days ago,
By hazy skies that veiled the brazen sun,
And sea-like murmurs from the rustling corn,
And low-voiced brooks that wandered drowsily
By pendent clusters of empurpling grapes
Swinging upon the vine. And now, ’t is here!
And what a change hath passed upon the face
Of nature, where the waving forest spreads,
Then robed in deepest green! All through the night
The subtle frost has plied its magic art;
And in the day the golden sun hath wrought
True wonders; and the winds of morn and even
Have touched with magic breath the changing leaves.
And now, as wanders the dilating eye
Athwart the varied landscape, circling far,
What gorgeousness, what blazonry, what pomp
Of colors bursts upon the ravished sight!
Here, where the poplar rears its yellow crest,
A golden glory; yonder, where the oak
Stands monarch of the forest, and the ash
Is girt with flame-like parasite, and broad
The dogwood spreads beneath, and, fringing all,
The sumac blushes to the ground, a flood
Of deepest crimson; and afar, where looms
The gnarlëd gum, a cloud of bloodiest red.

Out in the woods of autumn! I have cast
Aside the shackles of the town, that vex
The fetterless soul, and come to hide myself,
Miami! in thy venerable shades.
Here where seclusion looks out on a scene
Of matchless beauty, I will pause awhile,
And on this bank with varied mosses crowned
Gently recline. Beneath me, silver-bright,
Glide the calm waters, with a plaintive moan
For summer’s parting glories. High o’er-head,
Seeking the sedgy brinks of still lagoons
That bask in southern suns the winter through,
Sails tireless the unerring waterfowl,
Screaming among the cloud-racks. Oft from where,
In bushy covert hid, the partridge stands,
Bursts suddenly the whistle clear and loud,
Far-echoing through the dim wood’s fretted aisles.
Deep murmurs from the trees, bending with brown
And ripened mast, are interrupted oft
By sounds of dropping nuts; and warily
The turkey from the thicket comes, and swift
As flies an arrow darts the pheasant down,
To batten on the autumn; and the air,
At times, is darkened by a sudden rush
Of myriad wings, as the wild pigeon leads
His squadrons to the banquet. Far away.
Where tranquil groves on sunny slopes supply
Their liberal store of fruits, the merry laugh
Of children, and the truant school-boy’s shout,
Ring on the air, as, from the hollows borne,
Nuts load their creaking carts, and lush pawpaws
Their motley baskets fill, with clustering grapes
And golden-sphered persimmons .”

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*”Autumn in the West” by William Davis Gallagher

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