Welcome to Timeline Photos. A few years back I started peeking around my archives in search of some of the first photographs I had taken. Here records my quest into better understanding my long term love of camera and experiencing the world with it in hand. All photos appear in chronological order hopefully revealing an evolution of how I see and what moves me to speak with light.

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(Photo credit Phil Monahan of Orvis)

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Corn Maze Encounters

I made a late drive tonight with my youngest daughter to the Night Corn Maze LSU AgCenter's Burden Center.  It ran from 4 to 9 pm, and I didn't know if it would be worth it to get out there at 8 PM.  She really wanted to go for it, so I followed her lead.  As we drove down the road and neared the corn fields, I saw a bright light illuminating the area and heard children's voices coming from within.  I had to stop the car when I saw silhouetted figures standing on top of hay piles with corn stalks rows in the foreground.  I grabbed my camera and scooted my vehicle into a good position to grab some shots.  The bodies climbed, tumbled and triumphed over and over again as I looked through my viewfinder more than psyched to be witnessing this scene.   I took only a handful plus, and had to keep moving on because my daughter wanted to get in there herself.  We found our way to parking beyond the fields, then walked across an area where a bonfire and small stage had been set up.  There were some food and drink tents, too, where it looked like folks could grab some marshmallows and sticks.  Our feet kept us moving right through to the entrance of the Corn Maze where my daughter stopped and hesitated.  After a thought or so, we entered and navigated together trying to find our way to the mountain of hay.

Routing our way past a few scarecrows, other adventurers, and some dead-ends and wrong turns, we finally made it to the mountain.  I thought it was an impressive structure with a height of at least 8 feet high and width of five or six hay stacks.  With a rope on hand to give you support as you aimed for the top, and an 'LSU AgCenter' flag flying as a beacon, it was lots of fun to make the little climb.  My daughter did it on her own first and triumphed with her hands up in the air.  I gave it a try, too, and it was very cool to take a 360 view of the corn fields from the higher perspective.  Sliding down the hay bales to start all over again was lots of fun!

Once we hit the ground, we head right for a destination spotted from up high.  Sponge Bob!!  A big stand up figure was on the outer edge of the corn fields with others acting as targets of a sling shot activity.  My daughter did surprising well with set up and execution, and hit a target or two on a few of her turns.  Another woman, there with her young son, was kind enough to insist he takes turns with us.  We really appreciated getting to go more often.  As it ends up she is a preschool teacher and works across the hall from a neighbor friend of ours, so it'll be nice to have the opportunity to connect again.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Find your way

I welcomed the return to the familiar space of the farm fields during a walk home at the end of the work week.  I didn't expect to step into the same as I had left it, probably months earlier, and things changed because of the continued construction.  What was a tunnel of tall green trees, now lay only covered from one side with the other bare and open.  Natural landmarks disappeared into the twine and tangle of thorny bush and overgrowth.  I was still able to sense my old path, yet it felt like something unknown and unexplored.  A fallen tree still remained and its large exposed roots and trunk guided me to opening edge of the vegetation.  I anticipated stepping into the more open back field, and when I finally made my way and looked toward the sun, it filtered through a lovely gathering of branches and leaves.  Almost like coming up for air and releasing myself, I pulled myself through and out, and into the clear.

Know and follow you instincts...

Saturday, October 12, 2013


LOVE Rebirth!!

I had looked forward to the show all week, and knowing that I'd get out with Rebirth really kept me going at work.  I usually head out on my own for Chelsea's, but this time I put it own there to my friends just in case they could go.  Cool enough that they made it and got there early enough to grab a table right next to the left side of the stage.  Front stage and the space all the way to the bar filled up for Rebirth's set which was great to see.  Taken that I couldn't move around into the crowd to dance and grab different perspectives, but that was all good.  Standing on top of a couple of chairs and scooting onto stage out of the way was awesome and lots of fun.  Thank you Phil Frazier, tuba player, for sharing your space and giving me a view of your world.