When I started my photography journey many, many years ago my hero was W. Eugene Smith, a brilliant documentary photographer who photographed entirely in black and white. Smith was on assignment overseas for Life magazine during World War II and he was brutally frank in what he photographed. His war photography had a deep effect on him and his career almost came to an end when he was wounded by shell fragments. It took him two years to recover both physically and mentally – very dark times. In 1946 he picked up his camera and one of his first photographs was of his two young children walking towards the light through a dark tunnel of trees. He called it “The Walk to Paradise Garden”. The result was enough to rekindle his photographic career.
I think for a lot of us these past two years have been a dark time but I also think there is a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. I wish all my followers a Safe, Hopeful and Healthy 2022.
Hernibs and I at the threshold of our journey. Forty-four years of marriage. It is amazing to have so much time go by and to think back to the adventures and mis-adventures we have gone through to get this far. Now we have the excitement of what lies ahead!
Today I thought I would show the grandkids how the electric fence around the chicken coop worked. They would only accept the challenge if I was the one to touch the wire. It worked! Photos courtesy of my wife Sharron.
When the grandkids and parents arrive for the Summer we don’t just play croquet, we play extreme croquet. Wickets are placed along forest paths and a combination game of croquet/golf is played. Not for the croquet purest. Here congestion has built up around a particularly difficult wicket.