In my veins, the wildest river and every growing tree

I took this shot at Garner State Park, near Concan, Texas.  Garner is known for its fall colors and clear water. It was about 7:45 am and about 27°F a few days before thanksgiving 2014.

  This is where my dear old friend Adam Sagan would chime in with some goofy reference to the Despair of Winter. Miss ya, dude. 

This is where my dear old friend Adam Sagan would chime in with some goofy reference to the Despair of Winter. Miss ya, dude. 


I'm proud to say this was my first serious whack at landscape photography. I suppose I could wax poetic about the Zen of convening with nature with only a camera between you, but I'm too tired for that. Exposure was ISO 100, f/16 @ thirty seconds on an 8mm. Once again, this photo boasts no post editing, though I admit I had to get creative while processing. 

I showed this image to my mom over Thanksgiving dinner a few nights later, and she fell completely in love with it. So I had it printed on 42-inch canvas and gave it to her for Mother's Day. It's been on her living room wall ever since, and it looks great

Another shot from this particular morning can be seen in the "home" section.