Friday, September 09, 2005

Sunrise in the sticks




I found myself driving along a scenic country lane this morning as the sun was coming over the hill.

9 comments:

Kim said...

Rick, that top photo needs to be made into a print, matted, framed! That is stunning. It almost looks like a watercolor....breathtaking.....

kenju said...

America the beautiful!.... Captured by a great photographer.

Dr. Deborah Serani said...

Lovely. Peaceful shots

Don Giannatti said...

So where the heck do you really live, dude, paradise. Man - I would love to live like that. These are wonderful Americana shots.

kenju said...

Don, he lives in my home state of West (by God) Virginia, and it is paradise (mostly).

Rick Lee said...

Recently, I had a conversation with a nice retired couple who moved here from Texas. We were talking about the phenomenon of West Virginians who have moved away to find work or whatever. The pining and longing in these folks to return to the mountains is nearly universal. There's something about the landscape and culture that pulls at you. I feel very fortunate to have been able to make a living here and didn't have to leave.

Bridey Murphy said...

I thought the same thing as Kim about that top photo: I want one!

Any chance you'll post a really, really big version....? ;)

Rick Lee said...

That photo was shot with my little teensy pocket camera... the Pentax Optio S4i... I just slowed the car down and held the camera out the window. The little 4megapixel camera has a bit of noise in it so the files don't really blow up all that well. Sometimes you can get a decent 8x10 out of it. If I run my new anti-noise software on it, I might get a decent print out of it. I'll try it later and we'll see.

kenju said...

In reference to your comment about the pull of the state: I do crave the mountains from time to time. When I return to Charleston for a visit, and I approach the valley from the turnpike and see the river, I almost always cry because that vista is such a deeply-ingrained memory in me. There is nothing as beautiful as those mountains (esp. in the summer) and the river between them.