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An artist once built a park for the enjoyment of others. As he was a great lover of nature, he crafted the park in such a way that the benches and fountains and ornaments blended naturally into the wild theme. He made benches from great boulders, and his fountains resembled the streams that one may find in the Smokies or Appalachians. His touch left no detail undone. The paths through the park were paved with small stones, like a dry creek bed may boast. The edges even lent their aesthetics to those of a stream bank.

His work took him many years, and during that time many animals and people wandered through, amazed by the work, but unsure of its origin, for our artist worked in such secrecy that he avoided all human contact. Only the birds and smaller creatures saw his work, and though they often spoke of it, the tongues of men and birds do not easily mix.

One day, the artist found his work finished. His park was constructed and the piece was signed. His signature ran through the park like a birthmark, intertwined with the layout in such a way that none could argue the whole.

NatureThe residents of the surrounding town wandered often into the park, and they loved the artist through his work, though they did not know his name. The years passed, as years do, and the people gradually forgot the creation of the park. It became a seemingly timeless fixture. One day, a visitor came into the town, and a friend who was a local took him to the park.

“Look at our marvelous park!” exclaimed the local “We value and esteem this creation as our most treasured possession.”

“It is a beautiful place,” the visitor commented, “surely one of nature’s finest works.”

“But more than nature, my friend! This is the work of a man!”

“My good fellow, while your belief is truly quaint, I see no more than folly in your assertion. Take this large stone, for example. It has the same geological makeup as that boulder there, yet it resembles a bench. I suppose that you would say that a man carved this? For what? The pleasure of others? No, this was the work of the ice of prehistory. Look at the way the cuts are smoothed over, and the deep gashes in the sides. The force of water is greater than you might think. Look at the great canyons in the West, do you think those were the result of one man?”

The local looked, and though he thought the idea of chance was far-fetched, he saw the logic in his companion’s words. As much as the great rocks resembled benches, so might a fallen log, or some other luckily rolled boulder. He thought for a moment, before replying, “Ah, but you have forgotten the path upon which you now stand! Look at the detail with which these stones were laid! Look at how none jut up to impede our walk, and observe how clear of debris they remain!”

The visitor smiled, “Ah, but surely you don’t think that someone took the time to lay out these stones, just as perfectly as if they had lain in the bottom of a creek! Yes, a creek, for that is what I say these paths are. Nothing more.”

Perhaps these paths were no more than creek beds. The animals that wandered through these forests had their own paths, and these could have been formed by none other than the guests who came to admire them! Our local looked a fair bit more troubled as he reached for his last handhold. “The fountains! You cannot surely say that these are the work of nature! She may be powerful, but does she make such things of beauty for no reason?”

The visitor contemplated for a moment before replying, ” yes, I agree, the fountains are curious. I have, however, seen such a thing before. See how they sit on the side of a hill, and see how the brush cleverly hides the flow! It is no more than a ploy of gravity, my friend. These fountains are no more than tiny waterfalls and miniature rapids. You would see the same thing, if you looked, on a such a larger scale, in the mountains surrounding us!”

And so, in the mind of some, the signature of the artist was gradually obscured. His work was credited to chance, or nature, and the park itself became known as a great place to see wonderful natural fountains, paths, and beautiful natural ornaments. Every once in a while, though, if one were  to be quite still and to watch the park at night, he might observe a man come into the park and straiten the stones or pick up litter, and if the observer were even more vigilant, he might notice that the park itself never quite descended to a point of disarray, even though none of the locals kept it up.

The artist, though ignored, worked on his art.


Spring is here!

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So, today I took my new camera to South Mountain to get some photos. Oh, wait, did I tell you I got a new camera? Hey, guess what? I GOT A NEW CAMERA. (It’s really hard to express how excited I am about this…)

imageAnyway, I got a Sony Alpha SLT-a65. It’s a translucent mirror (Single Lens Translucent) camera, similar to an SLR, but it has a translucent mirror (doh), which allows most of the light to pass through to the sensor and reflects the rest to the autofocus sensor to allow for full-time phase detection focusing. You’re probably not overly interested in all of the technical stuff, but here’s the wiki page just in case.

Instead of going with the kit lens, I decided to purchase a Sony 35mm prime. I got a fisheye adapter to play around with, as well. I’m planning on getting some more lenses, namely a good wide-angle and a zoom, but I’ll have to save a bit before I do that.

Back to South Mountain.

My friend, Jeff, and I went up there to see what it looked like after the chilly weather hit (it doesn’t get too cold down here, so freezing weather is a fun anomaly). I got a few decent pictures, but my main goal was to get some good images for HDR processing. One of the problems with experimental photography is that a large volume of photos are taken, and a very small number of usable photos result. I’ll have to wait until Spring to really get some good shots because everything was a light shade of green or brown. Here’s a glimpse of part of the trip, though.

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StolenLogoOn to the major news. I’ve started a new photography blog,! My goal is to post one picture every weekday. I’m going to limit the amount of text in each post, so the blog will mainly be limited to daily photos. Go check it out, and if you like what you see, hit the follow button! You can also follow Stolen Pixels on Facebook here.

~ Chris