I’ve decided to attempt to plan to share a photo every Thursday because photo Thursday has a nice ring to it. So here goes …
One thing I really love when I’m out shooting is finding reflections and trying to capture them. I especially liked how the lines created many other small crosses, in addition to the famous cross of The Chapel of the Holy Cross.
I’ve lived in Washington, D.C. nearly 11 years now. Which means, I’ve had a decade of July 4ths here. However, most of my attempts to see the fireworks have been marred by rain showers, whether it was an day drizzle or a monsoon just hours before the spectacle.
Last year, I decided to do something different with my long weekend. Get out town, go somewhere I’d never been and see new things. I convinced my parents to drive down from NY and meet me at Harpers Ferry, WV. I’d never been there before, but I knew it had history, guided tours (thank you park rangers…), hiking opportunities and more. Aside from a soggy morning (what is it with July rain in the Mid-Atlantic?) it was a pretty great time. There were people in costume holding an old-fashioned Independence Day celebration, stores to poke around in, a neat old church you could climb up to and tour, as well as Jefferson Rock.
We stayed in nearby Shepherdstown, where we had a fantastic dinner at The Rathskeller of The Bavarian Inn — right next to a suit of armor. Dad stayed in while mom and I drove over to Antietam Battlefield to watch the fireworks. They were beautiful, and this was my first time photographing with all the proper equipment (tripod, shutter release). Although imperfect, I got the best fireworks images I’ve ever captured.
The next morning we wandered Shepherdstown, visited the farmers market and craft market as well as some galleries, a cycling shop and my dad bought me a lovely piece of art (that I still haven’t figured out where to hang up.)
Before returning to D.C., I hiked the Maryland Heights Trail (the shorter version) in some serious heat with full photo gear. but I was rewarded with a great view of the town.
Two years ago this week, I hopped on a plane to visit two countries I’d never seen, for a historic anniversary (the 70th anniversary of D-Day). The trip was incredible, despite so much that went wrong.
I flew to Iceland first, desperate to see the strange and wild land on my way to France. I had an incredible first day there in spite of the cold rain that fell most of the day. I walked around Reykjavik, took shelter in Harpa, went horseback riding through lava fields (in the rain), intrigued a cat wandering the harbor and ate.
In March 2008, I took a spectacular trip to England with my mom. Sure, it was rainy and gross most of the time. It even snowed on Easter, but we explored the Cornwall and London, drove on the “wrong” side of the road, couchsurfed for the first time, made some new friends and did so many things it was well worth it. I have no regrets about the trip, only about the photographs which I took with a point-and-shoot since I couldn’t yet afford a DSLR camera.
Last year, I took a huge road trip. I visited Colorado and Utah both and I fell in love with the Western landscape. (I took this from the side of the road in Heber Valley).
I fell in love with new places like Moab, Utah. Although, Colorado, in particular stole pieces of my heart and will continue to beckon me.