One particular afternoon
A few days later, the season’s first snow would fall.
But on this afternoon, it rained. It was a cold rain, and lasted longer than the normal afternoon showers. After the rain, and some fog, the clouds started to break up. By then it was late afternoon, and a walk around town before dinner seemed like a fine idea. The tourist train had departed for the day, taking most of the town’s visitors with it. The cinders on the unpaved streets had a nice crunchy sound under our feet. The late sun was catching the slopes of yellow where the aspen leaves were turning. The scent of woodsmoke hung over a few houses. The wooden footbridges over the unfortunately-named Cement Creek were slick from rain.
And, over at the Masonic Lodge, the signs over the door were broken.
Silverton, Colorado
photographed 9.20.2009
Posted on October 6, 2013, in Photography and tagged 365 photo project, architecture, black and white photography, melinda green harvey, one day one image, photo a day, photography, silverton, silverton texas. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
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Sounds like you had a perfect day that day.
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Yes, it was a very nice day. And that night we heard famed cowboy poet Paul Zarzyski (http://www.paulzarzyski.com/) who is one of my very favorite people.
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I’d like to see a shot, with your trademark black sky, of that scent of smoke coiled above a house!
This sign looks as if it has been broken for quite some time, so possibly the Masonic Lodge is not thriving. A bit of research shows this to be the case: http://bit.ly/1baaJL9. I hope the building survives…
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Photographing the scent of smoke may be slightly past my technical capabilities. However, I know from looking into the future that there’s a “trademark” black sky photo just a few days away…..
I read the same article when I was researching this post. I almost put a link to it, too, but didn’t want to step on any toes over at the research department.
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Thanks for leaving things for me to do, and to discover, which is always fun.
I think very often there can be a lingering haze or curl or two of smoke from the wood fires, at least in my neighbourhood. And in theory they should be able to be photographed in a way that invokes a memory of the smell. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
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