Fragmented Solitude - III

A solitary shadow walks along the shore— following a path written only by the lake.

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A friend suggested I dive into the world of black and white photography on Facebook but do I really fit into it?

The black and white purists chase a specific kind of perfection, I'm drawn to imperfection and ordinary.  My recent black and white images probably won't pass the 'purists' test—but this is exactly what is close to me, and this is exactly what I am looking for.

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I am taking a short break from blogging. See you all next week!

Generally, life is good.

Fragmented Solitude - II

 

I never truly arrive in the vast countryside , never truly immerse myself in it.  I remain even there utterly isolated.

Fragmented Solitude - I.

Is it possible to simplify the forms and be completely content with empty space? And let this space be your imagination. Perhaps isolation isn’t the absence of connection, but the presence of it.  A look within oneself.

 

The Hunter

 

Spotted this morning at Pineview Reservoir! 

During nesting season, male ospreys do almost all the fishing for their families. They'll eat the fish head for a quick energy boost, then deliver the rest to the nest, where the female protects the chicks and handles the feeding.

This osprey circled over one spot, looking carefully down, but unfortunately didn't catch anything.