Peace in a Field: March 31, 2013

This photo makes me think of cheeseburgers.  Let me explain.  Several years ago I was hanging out with a friend from the midwest who was craving a White Castle cheeseburger.  Even though there were no White Castles in Atlanta, I agreed to drive to the closest location so that she could satisfy her craving, and I could try one for the first time.  We got in the car and entered White Castle into the navigation system.  I held my breath waiting for the results.  The closest one was in Nashville, about four hours away.  Off we went; yes, four hours just to go to White Castle.  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Fast forward to 2013 and I can barely remember what I thought about the food, but I do remember the adventure of the journey to get it.  We didn't do any sight-seeing in Nashville; we just ate and immediately headed back to Atlanta.  On the way back we stopped at a gas station in the-middle-of-nowhere-Tennessee.  As the gas flowed into my car, something told me to look across road, where I saw this incredibly calm and peaceful scene.  It was such a contrast to the randomness and energy of our road trip.  I stood there and soaked it in even after I'd finished pumping the gas.  Of course I had my camera so I was able to bring this little piece of peace back to Atlanta. 

The End of the Tracks: March 24, 2013

Yesterday I was looking for a specific photo to send to a friend who wanted to use it for a product label. I knew I was in the right folder but I just kept hitting the right arrow button over and over again looking for the photo.  I quickly scrolled past these train tracks without paying much attention.  Although it wasn't the one I was looking for, I had to scroll back and take a second look.  As my eyes naturally flowed to the end of the tracks, I flashed back to the day several years ago when I took this photo.  I remember standing there on the bridge wondering what lied up ahead, beyond the trees.  Was there another bridge, a river, a mountain, a barrier, a small town?  As I stood there, an elderly man came walking by me.  He seemed friendly and I asked him if he knew what was up ahead.  He said he didn't, but suggested that I go see for myself, which I was curious enough to do.  When I got to the end of the bridge I climbed down the rocky hillside and started walking down the tracks.  As I  walked, I soon realized that I couldn't find the "end" that I'd seen from the bridge.  Just more tracks, more trees, and an old man standing on the bridge watching me learn that the end was not in sight.

Photo of the Day: March 17, 2013

Bored in a room.  That's how I found myself.  But then again, how can you ever be bored if you have a camera and something to shoot?  I was at a friend's house waiting for her to get ready.  As usual, it was taking forever.  At least it was until I noticed the way her candles were "floating" on the glass tabletop that was nestled up against the orange wall.

Photo of the Week: March 10, 2013

Several years ago I got kicked out of my own house by a friend who was hosting a baby shower.  Lucky for me, it was a beautiful spring day so I ventured out with my camera in search of some great shots.  This a shot of the Georgia State Capital.  On this particular day I found the tulips more interesting than the Gold Dome itself.

Photo of the Week: March 3, 2013

It's March.  By now I thought I'd be in a spring frame of mind.  Spring usually comes early in the deep south, but if this weekend is any indication, warm weather and blooming flowers are a long way away.  The cold air and snow flurries this weekend took me back the last time I experienced a real snowstorm.  It was in Maryland  in 2009.  It's funny how a fresh layer of snow can make anything beautiful, including this old tractor.