somewhere in between

Coming into work I cross over the Schuylkill River every morning, just about halfway to the office. I’m usually a little foggy myself, but I always enjoy my glimpse of the river as I cross over. “How are the fish biting today? Is the water up? Wish I was putting in the kayak for a paddle.” These kinds of thoughts run through my head, but then I’m past it, and on up the hill to work.

This morning though, as it sometimes is in the spring, it was otherworldly crossing over the bridge. The colors had all drained away and it was nearly impossible to tell where the river left off and the sky began. I stopped to just look at it for a while, and saw this shot in my head before I even took it.

It seemed like an interesting metaphor for many mornings. You kind of emerge from the fog of sleep, to be faced with all these tangled issues that twirl and branch and seem insurmountable, but the fog dissolves and slowly the way, somewhere in between, usually appears.

Coffee helps.

Its funny how on the way home, I usually get a sunset off the water, the river once again reflecting the day. Sometimes you’ve just got to keep rolling on, whether you can see what’s coming or not.


on a midnight clear

It’s been a little bit since I posted a picture, so here’s one for the holidays. My first try at night star photography, and I find there is a lot to learn. I’m going to put some serious effort into this through the winter (which is best for astrophotographs because of the reduce moisture in the air). Anyway, Orion has always been a favorite constellation (wow, does that sound nerdy) so I was pretty happy with this shot of it, and how the cypress is pointing to it.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

“Look up into the heavens. Who created all the stars? He brings them out like an army, one after another, calling each by its name. Because of his great power and incomparable strength, not a single one is missing.”

Isaiah 40:26

almost ready

A landscape was the assignment for today in the photo101 challenge. I chose this image from several I shot; not because it was the best photo really, but because it brought back so many “warm” memories for me.

I grew up outside Philadelphia with three older brothers during the heyday of the Flyer’s Broad Street Bullies. We loved playing pond hockey when ever we could. We would scramble to find enough kids with gear and take over any frozen surface we could locate. From the local quarry to the turnpike underpass, to just a flooded frozen grass area, we played them all. Our favorite “big league” venues were the local ponds. The Smith’s farm pond in Worcester was home ice, and the Heyser’s Mill Rd. pond near the high school was away.  A pretty fierce rivalry brewed between the two pond’s locals; with teams of brothers on both sides. (It was like the Hansons from Slapshot on both sides of the pond- “old time hockey, coach!”)

The goals were home-made from two-bys and chicken wire, and were only knee high. Since no one had any pads; penalties were handed out for any high “lifters” (shots that got over your ankles). Actually having hockey gloves meant you were like a semipro. In the summer the same “crews” played some vicious street hockey games, but I loved the pond hockey. After the games the Smith’s often had a bonfire and hot chocolate out near the pig barn, and they’d graciously garden hose “zamboni” the ice for the next day. Those losers over on Mill Road had none of those luxuries!

The ponds didn’t always freeze over thoroughly, and I still laugh thinking about some of the swims that were taken. My favorite was a kid name Mike whose gear had frozen solid, trying to get his legs to bend enough to sit on his minibike and ride home, cursing all the way. If I ever make a movie, that scene will be in it.

Played a lot more hockey- a lot more organized and expensive- but never more fun than that. I think that sentiment is shared by tons of hockey fans, which is why the Winter Classic is such a huge draw. Pond hockey on a pro level.

Ice Ice Baby!


a fountain of grass

I decided to go abstract for today’s assignment- swarm. The fountain grass in the beds are at their final explosion of seed and the way the wind grabs and shakes them reminded me of swarms of flying creatures. So just as the sun set I grabbed this soft focus macro shot.

I like the composition and the soft colors against the movement of the grass stalks. Happy accident.

©2014 Scott Sharadin

still standing

For today’s architecture theme I went farm fresh. I really love the texture and angles and lines of the old barns in our area. I have a real artist friend who finds the whole barn thing cliche, and I’m sure it is, but I guess I just relate to them. Not very fancy, kind of missing some parts, and lots of things broken. They keep standing though, maybe not as straight as they once did, but then again, neither do I.

We had lots of farmer friends and relatives growing up, and I loved going and playing in the barns. So many places to hide and build forts in, things to climb and swing from, and enough dangerous parts to make them exciting.

This one’s probably not long for this world though, as the lot is for sale, and more McMansions need to be built. Hopefully the wood will get salvaged and remade into something beautiful and useful, just like the barn it came from.

©2014 Scott Sharadin