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Petunias in a hanging Pot

Petunias in a hanging Pot

A Solitary Rose

Lupines do add their color.

Lupines do add their color.

Spring Celebration 4-1Tulips From the TopTulip Fire

The first flowers of spring.

The first flowers of spring.

With the depth of snow and cold, I thought that we needed something to look forward to.   I decided to check my archive on WordPress and found these gems from my yard.  Take a close look at the lilacs, and you can just smell the aroma.  Within 6 weeks the crocuses should start to push their heads through to the surface and begin blooming followed by tulips and all of the other perennials.

Some of these things were planted by me. Others were planted by the generations that lived here before me.   In the effort to beautify Wausau’s near west side neighborhoods, I think I am ahead of the game.

The temperatures are sub-zero today and I had hopes to do some snowshoeing and move a little further along on the photography for “Faith In the Heartland”  which is something that I really want to put together.   However, I needed to help people become a little more optimistic for the season to change.  This is after all Wisconsin and not the arctic.

All of the photographs that I use in my blogs are high-resolution and would make quality enlargements.  So, if you really love them and have walls to decorate, e-mail me at and I will see what we can do.  I have a PhotoShelter site too.

Vose & Sons Quality

Music and Photography: Food For The Senses

Vose & Sons Quality

This is the keyboard to an old upright piano which sands in my downstairs living room.

This is the piano which I never quite learned to play.    I only took one year of lessons on this instrument.   I somewhat regret not pursuing it further.

Here the piano sits with soft sun light on its aging keys.   I never thought much of it, but the Vose name did have a reputation for quality.   This quality for sound comes from the availability and the quality of old growth hardwood lumber that was quite common in the 1890s especially in the northeast.There is something common between a great photographer and many composers.   I think it is the ability to see or imagine things  which are not in plain view.   For instance, many people have visited Yosemite and some have even climbed El Capitan.  Yet few people  have really noticed the interplay of light and shadow like Ansel Adams or even paid attention to the thought of when the best light comes like Galen Rowell.  That is half of the stuff right there that makes a good photograph  or any work of art great.

This is a quality sounding piano, if it gets fixed up.    I want to get it assessed and find a good buyer for it.  I want people to enjoy the music from this instrument.   These pianos were built to play anything from Bach to Joplin.  This was often a center for entertainment for my family for generations.  It accompanied many sing-alongs.

This photo of a church window, for example was taken in my film days using Kodak Ektacolor 160 color negative film.    It was taken on an ideal day because the skies outside were cloudy during that afternoon.   The solitude of the empty church on a Sunday afternoon made for a good time to just play with the camera and see what comes out.

The film recorded the colors in their natural tones.  The cloudy skies eliminated any bright spots.   The sanctuary lights were off therefore leaving the walls darkened to the point of blackness so nothing else shows but the content of the window itself.   Shooting this was a moment of prayer quietly worshiping the Good Shepherd.

Sometimes there are pictures begging to be photographed.

Jesus the Good Shepherd at Trinity Lutheran in Wausau.

Winter in Black and White

SnowA View From Klaver Kame Winter in Black and WhiteThe All Season TrailThese photos are my entries in the black and white challenge on   Please go to that site and vote!

On A Wing

A Turkey Vulture searches for carion in and around the quarry at Rib Mountain State Park

A Turkey Vulture searches for carion in and around the quarry at Rib Mountain State Park


I had looked at photographing these magnificent flyers as a change both for me  and the focus tracking system on my D-80.  To my amazement,   I was able to track these birds in flight with my 70-210 f4.5-5.6  Nikkor zoom pushed  out to the max with an ISO setting of 500.

Last time I did this, my end results were not so good.  But the focus points were lighting up in my viewfinder and the camera was picking the birds up.  What an amazing day!

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The Flower of Easter  is a symbol of hope in the promise  of life.

The Flower of Easter is a symbol of hope in the promise of life.

With all of my southern friends boasting about having their gardens already in bloom, I thought I could search for an image of an Easter Lily to show that there still is hope for spring here in Wausau,  WI.  It is hard for us to even think about Easter when we look outdoors and it still looks like winter.

The hope of Easter comes not in the change of seasons, for  we who live in the north country know that seasons do change.  In Wisconsin, we have a saying that, if you don’t like the weather, just be patient, it will change.   The hope of Easter is in the promise of life made full when the Son of God won victory over death.

 For as by a man came death, by a man has come also the resurrection of the dead. 22 For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ shall all be made alive.  1 Corinthians 15:21-22.

“Oh that my words were written!
Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
24 Oh that with an iron pen and lead
they were engraved in the rock forever!
25 For I know that my Redeemer lives,
and at the last he will stand upon the earth.[b]
26 And after my skin has been thus destroyed,
yet in[c] my flesh I shall see God,
27 whom I shall see for myself”

Job 19: 23-27a


Ice Age Trail In Winter

This is the trail going north from Popular Lane.

This is the trail going north from Popular Lane.

Even in Black and White, the trail looks good.

Even in Black and White, the trail looks good.

Looking Towards My Favorite Erratic Rock

Looking Towards My Favorite Erratic Rock

Ice Age Trail Best inMid-WinterIce Age Trail Best inMid-WinterIce Age Trail Best inMid-WinterIce Age Trail Best inMid-WinterSo seldom in Wisconsin do we get winter snow that actually remains on trees.  Usually by the time the skies clear, the wind has blown the fluff off.

On January 26, 2013, I ventured out to the Plover River segment of the Ice Age Trail near Aniwa, WI.   It was an awe-inspiring experience  just to be out there.  It was so peaceful to get away from the hubbub  of life in Wausau and experience this.

I love breaking a trail through new fallen snow in the quiet stillness of winter.  The peace is there.  It is my hope that you feel just as moved by these images as I was when took them.   It was a great day just to put on my snowshoes and take a walk through the woodlands of eastern Marathon County.   We are really blessed in living here with so much so near and four seasons to boot.

I will be out on the trail somewhere this weekend.

The rock seen here was one that I encountered while working with Will Sanford on a clean-up crew from the Marathon County Chapter back in 1996 on the Ringle segment near the landfill just north of the Mountain- Bay State Trail.   We laughed at it because it was right in the way of the trail.

It is an erratic moved into position by the last Ice age glacier.  As such, we were not even going to try to remove it.   It is a part of the trail in Marathon County.

The Snow Fence

SnowIt is amazing how common ordinary objects can make one think about how they look.

The snow fence is one of those ordinary objects where form follows function.    It has a pattern all of its own.  Digital photography allows one to shoot in color, but think in black and white.

And The Trails In Wausau Grow

The Wisconsin River from the west bank north of Bridge Street in Wausau.

Northern end of the Rivers Edge Walkway on the west side.

Wausau is continuing to expand my favorite walkway in the city.

While these photos were taken from the newest stretch of the River Edge Walkway on the west side, the city has acquired a 16 acre parcel on the east side to connect two existing sections of trail there.

For the meantime, you can sample some of the fall scenery in my images here.   Many of my best images are available for sale at and others are also seen on Capture Wisconsin where prints are also available.

If you have trouble ordering through Photoshelter, tell me about it.   I can help you select the print and give you a wide range of choices through   I have ordered prints through and they have always come out on top with quality high-resolution emulsion-based prints and wraps of almost any size to fit your walls.   If you are looking for images for calendars, etc, my work will fit fine.   Just let me know.   Leave me a comment, and I will get back to you ASAP.

The Quarry

It even looks good in black and white.


 Some of the great places that make for powerful landscape imagery are never really too far from where we live.  A few years back, with the help of the Knowles-Nelson Stewardship fund, the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources was able to make another great addition to Rib Mountain State Park.  Years ago, 3M mined quartzite from Rib Mountain before developing a much larger quarry north of Wausau in the Town of Maine.

When the Wisconsin DNR purchased the old quarry on Rib Mountain, The Friends of Rib Mountain State Park immediately went to task to develop new hiking trails  to add to the existing 4 miles of trail already in the park.

In doing so, they also added history as one of the new trails passes through the site of the Knopf family homestead where Rib Mountain”s first settlers lived.  There is also the remains of an old dynamite shack where explosives for blasting out huge seams of quartzite were stored.

The trails have become immensely popular for park visitors.   The Turkey Vulture Trail provides an alternative access route for hikers to the park, and yes, if you look up, you will see these vultures circling near the southern rim of the quarry looking for carrion to provide them with food.  On one of my hikes, I had a turkey vulture pass over me by just ten feet.

With the influence of men like Ansel Adams or Galen Rowell in me, I could not resist dragging a camera to capture these views.  The quarry is man-made and small compared to Yosemite  or other far flung  places, but it is still much worth the hike.   The quarry takes on a different look with each passing season.   The rocks reflect different hues and the water levels in the basin change with each season.   3M’s mining trucks no longer rumble up and down the haul road which remains as part of the Turkey Vulture Trail.   The rocks now sit in silent witness to changing seasons.

All Things Bright and Beautiful

Lupines do add their color.

A long time ago, when my father gave up on roses, he set up the perennial bed in that spot in the garden.   It is an amazing chorus of color that comes alive each spring with each species blooming in sequence as if there was one conductor orchestrating the whole thing.

The lupines with their spikes of color are just part of that sequence.    I now work hard to keep the flowers blooming, keep the weeds in check, and to keep this space as a garden of peace and solitude.    The Lord God does the rest, and the result is magnificent.

 “And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?[g] 28 And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”

Matthew 6:27

Apple Blossom Time

The flowering crab apple blossoms come t\from the south side of Trinity Lutheran on Stewart.

Spring time means many things to me.  It means the warmer weather that is just around the corner.  It triggers memories of the happy times of the past when the snow was gone and kids could look forward to summer and the freedom that comes with it.


Springtime means growth and rebirth.   The celebration of the Resurrection of our Lord comes in spring with renewed hope.

My neighbors had an apple tree growing in their yard that blossomed just in time for the backyard picnics and for Confirmation Day.   The perfect backdrop for the family gathering.

That tree is gone now.   I sort of replaced it  with an evergreen.  A balsam at that.  That tree is a living gift from a now sainted aunt of mine.

These blossoms are from a tree growing on the south side of a place of worship and a place where I like to be gathered with my family to worship the Creator, Redeemer, and Holy Spirit.


I have what some might call a multicolored flower garden in my back yard.   This was a lasting gift from my Mom & Dad to this place.  What had previously been a rose garden is now a patchwork of many colors, hues, and shapes.   It is a genuine tease for my eyes, and for anyone who visits this place.   Right now, if you came to visit me at my house, the back yard is the first place I will take you too.

It is almost automatic in which these flowers and bushes come alive each spring.  The yard is small and is dominated by both the garden and two now towering balsams which provide for plenty of shade and shelter from the morning sun.     It is so natural and requires little work other than an occasional weeding to take out any undesirables.   This was something that my dad had planned for back in the late 1970s.     The Roses were nice, but they are more subject to freezing and thawing  than other perennials.

Some perennials generate from their own seeds. Others come from their roots.   Its all natural.   Yet while my earthly father planted the original seeds, etc, my Heavenly Father continues to make things come back each year.


The Strenght of Farming

It is amazing what you can see on a ride through the country in Central Wisconsin.   Dairying and Beef are big things in Wisconsin.  So the site of cattle is a common thing.   With these sites and sounds, you know you are in the country.

Bridge Over Big Sandy Creek

A Bridge Over Tranqil Water

Sometimes taking a camera along on a bike ride can bring in images like this.

On many of my bike rides, I often get absorbed into the scenery.  This gives me time to meditate, to pray a little, and basically praise my Creator for even the smallest things.

There is a hymn verse that comes to my mind.  “Where streams of  living waters flow, my ransomed soul He leadeth.   And where the verdant pastures grow, with food celestial feedeth.”  The King of Love My Shepherd Is  v2

Sometimes the best parks are the smallest.  This was taken from the banks of Big Sandy Creek just off of County Highway J in eastern Marathon County about 5 miles east of Wausau, WI.   This is a wayside park off of County Highway J  just south of Sunset Corners.   We need tiny little places in our lives to deal with all of the hubbub.   I look for these places.  These are the little gems in the State of Wisconsin.

Rib Mountain In Spring

Runoff from the ski slopes creates streams on Rib Mountain

Earlier in springtime the tranquil beauty of Rib Mountain is interrupted by the gentle roar of small streams like this one flowing down the hill side.   This is nature at its finest waking up to the spring time.

Note:  All of these photos would look great on your walls.   Check them out at my portfolio website.   If you cannot order the image the way you want them, then e-mail me Andrew Plath through the comment section below and I will see what I can do.   All I want is for people to enjoy the rich beauty of things in my images.

Who Says Winter is Bad?

I was originally going to hike the newest segment of the Ice Age Trail near Aniawa on the day that I took this.  I realized that a Dodge Avenger wasn’t an SUV and I could not push a button and have it instantly turn into a Caliber or much less a Durango.  I could not make it into the snow-bound lots of the Plover River State Fishery.  So I made my way west on Sportsman Drive to find a more civilized place to park after having a friendly guy with a pick-up pull me out and nearly getting stuck again while trying to park on the road.

While driving westward on Sportsman, I was surprised at this cut-through.  I was still in the hummocky land of the Ice Age Trail full of kettles and moraines.  Yes, this is the terminal moraine that covers much of northern and eastern Wisconsin and even as far south as Baraboo where the hills meet the coulee region of Wisconsin’s southwest.

The crispness of the air in Winter makes for great outdoor photography anywhere in Wisconsin.   Cobalt blue skies combined with evergreens and the whiteness of snow add to the color that makes winter what it is up here.   It is fresh and pure.

Yes, some people complain about it and long for the warmer seasons to come, but I am not one of those.   If anything I complain about all the seasons being too short.   That is just because I want to enjoy all of them.   I tell people that, if winter gets them down, then the right thing to to is just get out and enjoy it.

Even in winter there is warmth.   When the sun shines on snow, it reflects back upward.   I feel the warmth on my face.  I feel it on my back through my winter jackets and all my layers.   Its there.  Oh what a wonderful feeling!


To Celebrate The Birthday of The King

After the snow that gave us in Wausau a white Christmas, I decided to quick capture the snow on my two balsams before it blew off.

Every year I set up a Christmas Tree,  I am fascinated by the lights and the color of it all.  I like to cut out all other lamps and just let the light of the tree shine forth.   The angel in this photo is so bright, it reminds me of what the shepherds saw near Bethlehem that night.   The poinsettias bloom in a regal red reminding me that the humble child born on the cow stable was indeed  the promised messiah.  He is the wonderful counselor, the mighty God, and the King of Kings.

The craft of photography should enable a person to show others what they are missing.    Our years are filled with times and season.   Each has their own color, shape, and form.  Christmas is a real definite part of that.  The ornaments on the tree often show the story reflecting the lights which resemble the stars on a clear wintery night.  We celebrate the birth of a child who was the savior of the world.   He came to us in humility and now reigns in glory.

The newest tree in this collection of photos is the one that I just put up this year.  After the death of my mother, I was reluctant to set one up anywhere let alone a live tree.   I bought this tree a week ago on Friday then debated about where to set it up.  Finally, after some encouragement from my sister, I chose to set it up in the downstairs parlor or living room where my Grandmother always had hers.

The lights closest to the the top are LED bulbs.  Though as small as their incandescent  cousins, they are much brighter.    Generations of people from my family have lived in this house at the foot of the Reservoir Hill on Wausau’s West-side.  They all celebrated the holidays here and Christmas was a big part of that.

What To Be Thankful For

The things we are thankful for.Growing up in Wisconsin, I learned to appreciate the seasons in the countryThanksgiving.   We have much to be thankful here and giving thanks should never be relegated to just one day.

We can be thankful along with the farmers for the food that graces our Thanksgiving Day tables.  We should be thankful for decent housing and income.    I thank the Lord for creating all things.  I thank the Lord for the sunshine.  For making things grow.  For caring people ready to share the Gospel to those that society often rejects or has no place for.

Most of all, I thank the Lord for taking our place on the cross making possible a victory that we could have not won!

End of A Season

The small farm on a hill.

Once upon a time, a family in Wisconsin could raise a family on 40 acres and a few cows.

My work with the Wausau Blind Outreach Center has put me in contact with older people who live on small farms like this one.  I admired its location.   I wanted to get an image of the farmstead at sunset.   This farm, recently owned by Gilbert and Francis Jacobi, intrigued me so much that every time I rode bike out northwest of Wausau, I tried to figure out where I could get the best view of it.

I looked at a vantage point along County Highway U which was looking up at the farm from this same angle.   There was too much traffic, and a high-voltage line really messed up the view.    A view from Decator Drive, one mile further to the north might work.   So I ride out on Decator, climb the hill west of 44th Avenue, and I found this clear shot.   I check the time and find out when the sun will hit this angle and light up the red barn!

When I got out to take this picture, I put my D-80 with the 70-210mm tele-zoom fully extended (the sensor in the D-80 is smaller than the normal 24×26 mm film plain in a 35mm film camera so when 210 mm is multiplied by a factor of 1.5, its focal length is 315 mm.)   I carefully composed this image aiming the camera so to avoid the water tower immediately to the east of the farmstead.

God is often at work here.  I’m just the guy who loves to document what he sees.  God made the light, the hills, the trees, and everything that the light reflects off of.    I am thus moved by all that I see.   The real wonder is that, when digital photography really started to take the place of film, people doubted that the colors in color photography would ever be this strong or whether the gray-scale in black and white photography ever be as intense.

The fact is that the actually image that my D-80 puts on a memory card is so much larger than anything a 35mm film camera could produce.   This image alone could easily be reproduced on a poster sized print with no loss in resolution and certainly no grain!  God made this world, and he gave guys like me the tools to show his handiwork.

Autumn’s Glory

This slideshow requires JavaScript.   These are some of the latest editions to my sales sight.  Autumn for me has always been a time when we mere humans seem to get a taste of  God’s glory in nature.    The hues are amazing right here in Wisconsin.   Many of my images were taken within a few blocks of my home here in Wausau.    This blog will change from time to time as I have come to know how the slide-show feature of WordPress works.

Yes, all of these images are for sale.  Just go to and take a look at what you see there.   Christmas is coming.  Each one of my images would make good gifts.

Wausau’s Little Known Nature Preserve

I took a hike across town this morning just for some exercise on this warm autumn day.   Wausau is surrounded by color in the fall with wooded hills on all sides.  This makes for a pretty site to see in the fall.  The Paff Woods  is a part of that  on a ridge on Wausau’s far east side and is a part of Wausau’s park system, so there is a network of trails.

Compared to larger parks in Marathon County like the Big Eau Pleine County Park  and Rib Mountain State Park ,, both at about 1400 acres, this park is small.  Yet it allows neighbors a peaceful place to get out, exercise, enjoy nature, and it allows elementary students at nearby Hawthorn Hills  School to experience  nature.

I just had to get out and walk this morning and I knew my feet would carry me there.  Sans camera, I knew I had images on file from this park.  Good reason to write.

Winter Fun In Iola

Ski-jumping at Iola

The hearty Danes and Norwegians that settled Iola, WI knew how to bring fun into a cold Wisconsin Winter.   They created the ski-jumps at Iola’s Winter Park just for that reason.   In the cold of Winter they celebrate their carnival.

The Bowl at Winter Park has long been the site of many competitions including the Olympic styled Badger State Games.    A day filled with competition shows here in this image.   Nestled in the terminal moraine from the last Ice Age, this area is filled with scenic beauty of kames, eskers, and drumlins.  Winter Park is a bowl or kettle just perfectly shaped as a landing  area for ski-jumpers from all over.

The Farm Economy

Hay Feeds The Cows of America's Dairyland

Not too long ago, I began to follow through with Galen Rowell’s suggestion that i not be a photographer who bicycles but rather be a bicyclist who does photography.  I never thought that this could be possible with the bulk that even a 35mm SLR or a DSLR can mean.    You’ve got  or two camera bodies plus lenses and other stuff in a camera bag making that a little awkward for carrying on two wheels.   My solution is a backpack design that holds one camera body and two lenses.   All I need to do is to ride to the point where I want to shoot.

With the image stability built into my Nikon D-80,   I just went after this.

Farmland is a vital part of the Wisconsin economy and dairy farming is king.   It is not hard to get out of the metro area here and into farm country.  Your eyes, ears, and even your nose will tell you where you are.  The pungent aroma of cow-manure is a powerful clue.   Still,  getting out there is part of it.  Two wheels can take me away from hubbub and into peace and tranquility in a matter of minutes.

Rugged Serenity

Rugged Serenity

A Visit To a Country Cemetery

Cemeteries are the museums of human activity.   People come to these places to lay the bodies of their lost loved ones to rest.  The tombstones bear the records that these people really did exist.  The only way one can know anything about the people who lived before you is to visit a cemetery, especially one in the country.

Like many parts of rural Wisconsin,  the Town of Stetin was founded by immigrants.  Many of these people came from middle and northern Germany.   Most were Lutherans fleeing the oppression of the state church.  Many were looking for freedom and economic opportunity in the right to own their own farm.  Many were just looking for peace away from the quarreling nations of Europe.

I had often visited this cemetery in the Town of Stetin here in Marathon County, Wisconsin.   My mother , and an aunt of mine, planted flowers in an urn on the family grave-site of some of my ancestors.   The people that are buried in places like this come from sturdy pioneer stock.   They grew corn, raised cows and chickens, and made a living as farmers in a free country.

Some who are buried in places like this are veterans who fought for this their country in its wars.   It is here, and in many places like this, that they can rest in peace.   In all seasons, this is a place of peace.


The colors of the countryside change each fall.

Mosinee, The Quiet Milltown: One of Wausau’s Southern Neighbors

Even though Mosinee is the southernmost part of the Wausau, WI metro area, it has a small town upnorth feeling to it. In River Park you can forget where you are.

While growing up in Wausau, whenever we visited my grandmother in Marshfield, WI or just went out to the Big Eau Pleine, Dad almost always drove through Mosinee.   I never thought much of the town.   It was known for its odor from the paper mill on the east side of the river along Old 51.   Back then, there was nothing in the town that made anyone from Wausau want to stop.   There were no coffee shops, fine restaurants, or anything unique that would make Mosinee a place that any stranger to the town would even want to get out and stretch a leg.   Most people just kind of kept rumbling through following State Highway 153.  It was, after all, just a dirty, smelly, little mill-town between Wausau and Stevens Point.

As I grew older, and took more to taking longer bike rides out of Wausau,  Mosinee was an easy place to get to, at least on the west side of the river on County KK.  It is a great little ride with little traffic.

A couple of years ago, the City of Mosinee and its local chamber of commerce got together seeing the success of Wausau’s Log Jam festival during the 1990s, and knowing that the county historical society no-longer scheduled that event.   The Little Bull Falls Lag Jam was born.

Having been involved with the former event in Wausau, I thought this was worth checking out.  It also gave me an opportunity to explore Mosinee’s River Park.  Seeing the pristine quality of this park on Cemetery Slough, a part of Mosinee Flowage,  I wanted to come back.   The photographer in me had to shoot.   The rustic quality of the scene was just too much to ignore.

Earlier this afternoon, I spent some time snow-shoeing in River Park with my D-80 in hand.    As soon as I sit down, edit, upload and retouch the best of my work, there will be more snowy images to come.

Wild Light Online!

Wild-light Online!

Photoshelter is now my new selling website.  I want to let the world see Wisconsin through my own eyes.    Evey image that I submit to that site is copyrighted to me .   Wow, I have a copyright!

I was referred to PhotoShelter by a Facebook friend who is also a professional landscape and fine arts photographer.    Cheyenne Rouse lives in Scottsdale, AZ, worked as  a stock photographer, and has developed her own style for images and life in the American Southwest.   PhotoShelter allowed for customers or clients to order directly of the site and get prints or enlargements in the size and the style of their own choosing.   There is no hassle on my part.   All I have to do is draw customers to the site.

Right now I am using Facebook to call attention to it.   There is a cost to this, but the webinars are free  and give me a chance to hear from experts.

The last webinar was a conversation between the head of PhotoShelter and two magazine photo editors.   I’ve dealt with these people before.  In fact, it was a photo editor by the name of Kristen McClarty who sort of encouraged me into getting a computer and an e-mail account.  She simply got tired of playing phone tag with me!

Other people were after me to develop my own photo website.  That too took a while.  Now, there is a site online with my name on it and people can shop and order what they see when they fall in love with my work.   Prints can be made in metallic and even canvass wraps are available!  PS. Now the themes match!

If you don’t see it, you are not looking!

This is fine arts photography.   The fine arts are there fore people to support and enjoy!

Am I a Late Bloomer?

Ever since

Old farms make great black and white subjects.

At first when I launched the Photoshelter website,  I thought that, there would be little effort from me and the $$$ would just come rolling in from sales.  Not quite so.   It is taking a lot of work.   I have learned much in terms of what metadata is and how it works.   I learned how simple it can be to watermark an image with a copyright notice,

Ansel Adams went into photography as a landscape and fine arts photographer like almost full steam ahead in his twenties.   An equally gifted concert pianist, he nearly abandoned the piano for the camera in the 1920s and went off into the wilderness of southern California to Yosemite to capture the shapes of El Capitan and the Half Dome.   His fascination was with how the sun lit the images.   He was in his zone for creativity!

For me to photograph in the outdoors is an act of worship.   I am in aw of creation.  I want people to see things as I see them and enjoy what they see.  Adams did not set out to be a great environmentalist with the images that he captured.  That only came after the interstate highway system had been built.  Then the thought occurred to Adams that perhaps we made these great places a little too accessible.

Adams was never successful at selling his work until 30 years after he had started.

My own thought was that, when digital technology replaced film that black and white photography as we know it would cease to exist because a digital image would never have captured the tonal qualities of good black and white film with the use of the various red lens filters.    I think that I am wrong,   Tell me what you think.

Winter Tranquility


The loneliness of a snow covered park bench facing a desolate shoreline in the middle of Winter at Lake Wausau's D.C. Everest Park.

I often admired the stillness that Winter brings to Wisconsin.  It has a peace and tranquility all of its own.

This photo was taken by following the book on digital black and white photography.   I started by shooting the scene as a normal camera RAW file using a 20mm lens (35mm format) on a Nikon D-80 which really means 30mm.  With the camera ISO set at 100, I took this image hard focused at 1/80 second +7EV.   The real thing is in seeing a color scene in black and white by looking at the tonal differences.   After uploading this onto my PC, I went into Capture NX2 and converted the image to black and white and adjusting the exposure accordingly.  It is shooting in color, but thinking in black and white.

The bench on the lake shore carries that thought  quite well…..

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