It recently snowed in my corner of Maryland, USA, where I live. The first flurries. Nothing spectacular, only about 3 or so inches. Yet, I couldn’t help the beauty of the snow-covered grass and the early morning sun. So, I took out my cameras and went snappin’ around my complex.
Look at the birds – I wish I knew what kind they were. I think they are ducks but I saw one fly and I know ducks don’t fly – right? Anyway, that’s beside the point. They add much character to this frame.
The white snow, the blue skies, the bare trees, the obscured building, the shadows, there’s nothing I don’t absolutely adore about this photo. The blend of color is breathtaking. Find the green in the photo if you can.
When I saw this bird, I couldn’t help myself. I clicked away, desperately wanting to immortalize the beauty of that moment. Look at the reflection of home in the water. The skies are clear, sunrays glistening on the water. If you look closely, you can see snowflakes scattered around in tiny dots, from the gentle breeze that blew the trees. This photo makes me smile each time I look at it.
These photos were taken on a Sunday morning. To me, the birds epitomized the very essence of lazy Sunday. The colour layering is what drew me to this spot at the pond.
Look at the blurry tree caught in motion with the train. My friend saw this photo and said; “that blurry thing looks like you caught a ghost on camera”. What do you think?
I call this one passengers. We stopped for a pee break at Yonkers station in N.Y. It’s the last stop before Pennsylvania Station, NY. It was sundown and I remember getting out of the train to stretch my legs. The evening was pregnant with nostalgia. I didn’t want the train ride to end.
This image made me think of luxury; beach house by the water in a secluded part of the country, a yacht, and lazy Sunday afternoons sipping something sweet with a lover on the yacht, or long walks on the pier. Can you see it?
I little over exposed but that gives this photo a sort of tired look, like that lorry.
When I saw this house, I imagined living or working here every day; the sound of the trains and their passengers, traveling to places i might never get to see. It felt nice to be one of those passengers that someone working in that this building might wave at as the train choo-choos by.
I love the lone sun ray slicing through the photo, and the shimmer of it’s light on the water.
These are the photos I took on my 10-hour train ride along the Hudson Valley from Montréal, Canada to New York City.