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05-01-13 Cathedral

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2013 05-01 Cathedral by Scott Shephard

If you were lured to this post because you thought you were going to see a beautiful church, I apologize. But there is something dome-like in these trees that arch over the snow-covered ground and that’s what inspired today’s title

To be honest, I posted this photo mainly so I could post a link to a short video I made a little bit after I took the picture. So you should watch it. :-)

Where am I? The photo was taken in the “front yard” of our family cabin in the Black Hills of South Dakota. The snow was still falling when I took this and altogether we got between 10 and 12 inches. And it was beautiful. . . The video was filmed with a GoPro Hero 3 stuck to the front of a 4 wheeler. Why is the video black and white? The white balance kept shifting on me. (I’m still learning how to use a GoPro.)

If you go to the YouTube site, you’ll be able to watch this is glorious 1080p HD. Look for the gear icon on the bottom right. . .

04-25-13 Whose Woods These Are . . .

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2013 04-25 Who's Woods the Are. . . by Scott Shephard

Here’s another photo from the snowy walk I made with my friend Dennis N. This was taken a little bit before the one from yesterday. And what stopped me in my tracks were Dennis’ tracks.

As with almost all of the photos I took on this outing, this is an HDR photo. I think that HDR is one way to preserve detail in snow, which would normally be fairly non-descript in its pure white form.

The title? It’s the first line of Frost’s famous poem “Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening”:

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

04-23-13 After the Snow

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2013 04-23 After the Snow 2

A late spring snow storm hit our part of the Black Hills and left 10″ of beautiful snow. And so, a friend and I ventured back to Iron Creek to see what things looked liked. As much as I have photographed this spot, I have never photographed it with this much snow. For me, then, it was a rare opportunity.

Hiking along the creek for a half mile was made difficult by the relatively deep snow but ours were the first footsteps along the trail and there was something satisfying about that.

I took quite a few HDR photos but this is one that I’m keeping. Stylistically, it is similar to yesterday’s post and I guess that’s what I was after. Is is a good photo? I don’t know – I have an emotional (and physical) investment in this one right now and so my judgement is clouded. But even if I hadn’t gotten a single good photo yesterday, I would have said that my “photo walk” was worth it. As Harry Chapin said, “It’s the goin’ not the gettin’ there that’s good.”

In the event that you might be interested in joining me this summer in the beautiful Black Hills for my Black Hills Photo Adventure, check it out here.

03-25-13 Snowy Patterns

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2013 03-25 Snowy Patterns

As much as I like green and as much as I get tired of the monotonous tones of winter, I do like rare cases when wet snow falls without much wind. And this photo is what we get when that happens. This photo is a bit of a jumble and seems almost abstract, but I guess that’s what I like about it.

And if you study this photo closely, you will find that I was paying attention to the rule of thirds. And maybe if you look closely again, you will find the hidden man in the tree???

Canon 5DIII 1/1250s f/4.5 ISO320 200mm

12-17-12 Winterscape

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2012 12-17 Winterscape

I went wading through snow that was calf deep to get this shot. Twice. Was it worth it? I’d say so, but only because the drive north of town in mysterious winter fog, the trek through snow and the framing of the frost lined trees was a small adventure and it got me out of the house on a gray winter day.

Whether I was successful in my adventure or not wasn’t the most important thing. Sometimes it’s the concept and the process that matter most; it’s the journey, not the destination. Or, in the words of Harry Chapin in his song Greyhound, “It’s got to be the going not the getting there that’s good.”

12-08-12 A Taste of Winter

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Snow on a chain link fence by Scott Shephard

“So what does winter taste like?” you ask. It’s cold and bland, I suppose, though South Dakotans are a bit perverse when it comes to winter weather: as much as we might complain about snow and cold, we appreciate, and perhaps even savor, a snow storm such as the one that moved into our state today.

What I have a hard time savoring is the fact that the snow that falls this weekend will probably be here for weeks to come. I like this shade of white a lot more. . .