This is a very late evening shot. Thus the slow shutter sped. This creates the effect of smoothing the look of the water surging into shore. The predominant colours here are blue and white. This creates a sense of peace and serenity. It is a very calming piece to look at. Throw in some rock and shoreline to give added contrast and change of Color. It will open your senses to want to be able to listen to the sounds surrounding you. Use your imagination.
So, till next time happy trails.
Bittersweet Memories
You walked out the door
You never said a word
You never came back
All you left
Was bittersweet memories
You never came back
You never came back
You filled my life
With the sound of your laughter
The smile you gave me
Like a candle in the dark
But all you left
Was bittersweet memories
You never came back
You never came back
The house is empty
My life is empty
The walls are silent
Your voice and laughter
Just a memory
All you left
Is bittersweet memories
I listen for the sound
Of your footsteps
But I know
You will never come back
You will never come back
All you left
Is bittersweet memories
You never came back
You never came back
Ken Bennison
The mountains cast in black
Deep shadows until dawn
The wind now a murmur
The birds gone to roost
The last of the evening light
Casting the billowing clouds
In a golden array
The clouds ever changing
Creating art for the imagination
Of fertile minds
But then the darkness intrudes
The light slowly fades
With the last rays of light
The stars become brilliant
In the far heavens
Ken Bennison
Sitting on a riverbank
Just me and my girl
The stars are shining
Like diamonds in heaven
The moon is sparkling
On the river’s surface
No wind is blowing
We are sitting, side by side
Holding hands
Stealing a kiss
Now and then
Just me and my girl
We talked about tomorrow
We talked about forever
And more
Rejoicing in our love
Being so young
Just me and my girl
We had not a care
In the world
Basking in the glow
Of our love
With the stars above
Just me and my girl
To be so young
To be so innocent
We talked about tomorrow
We talked about forever
And more
Just me and my girl
When I look in the mirror
I see a man at peace
With his world
I left behind
Bittersweet memories
But I guess that’s who I am
My heart at times is cold
But girl, you’re the one
To whom my heart belongs
As the days slip by
You slowly melt my heart
But I guess that’s who I am
Standing on the mountain
I hear your love
On the wind
I watch the clouds sail by
Ships upon the sea
But I guess that’s who I am
But my heart is restless
I need you to tame it
Look in the mirror
You will see who I am
But I am all yours to have
But I guess that’s who I am
When I look in the mirror
I see a man at peace
With his world
I left behind
Bittersweet memories
But I guess that’s who I am
I was strolling the shoreline of Lake Superior, enjoying a breezy summer afternoon. The waves were picking up in size. Thus I thought would be a good time to capture wave action. It was a fun afternoon. Just shooting away as the waves came in. A beautiful blue sky with some cloud cover.
Later it was a matter of going through the photos and selecting the best ones. I liked the above composition. Lake Superior can give you bigger waves, but you get what you get.
So until next time happy trails.
Dark skies, late evening created the mood that is evident in this particular composition. A touch of lighting by the setting sun. This is my favourite time of day to get those fine art compositions. Watch the weather, cloud effects, but best of all enjoy a pleasant evening stroll on the shores of Lake Superior.
As I travel the highway between Matagalpa and Jinotaga, I can not help but admire the grandeur of the mountains. there is so much depth in the scenes. The creation of shadows by ever present clouds. Now being the dry season the colours are subdued, but at the same time great contrast. The depth of the valleys to the mountain peaks are there before your eyes.
that is it for now. i leave for Granada, Nicaragua in the morning. Happy trails.
The Rio Blanco River, Nicaragua. I spent part of a day in Rio Blanco with Ira Stephenson, an American Expat friend, exploring the town. The Rio Blanco River flows through this town. We walked to the end of a street where we found a muddy and slippy trail leading down to the river. It was a cloudy day. Misty at times. This made the colors in the landscape saturated. I kept this shot tight with a vertical alignment. There by not to allow a large amount of rocks to be shown. Rocks in the foreground for added depth. The proper shutter speed to show motion in the water. The top one third of the composition is a solid green. This is to tone down the rock colors.
At this time of year the water levels are low. Well that is it for this week. Until next time happy trails
As I drive through the night
On a lonely highway
A soft rain is fallen
The night is dark
No traffic in sight
The thoughts of home
Fills my mind
Tis a long way home
Back to my love
Music is playing softly
On the radio
The night is empty
The cool night air refreshing
The thoughts of my
Family sound asleep
Of a lady waiting for me
Tis a long way home
Back to my love
The miles fly by
On this lonely highway
I long for the comfort
Of my lady’s arms
To sleep through the night
The softness of her breathing
Relaxing to me
Tis a Long way home
Back to my lady
A truck stop appears ahead
Lights glowing through the rain
A drive through beckons
A cup of coffee
For the long drive
In the darkness of night
Tis a Long way home
Back to my love
Sipping on my coffee
A feeling of longing
Invades my thoughts
The road now climbing
Into the mountains
Will not be long now
Tis a long way home
Back to my love
Sheet lightning shimmering
From far away
As I enter the mountains
Winding my way higher
The storm fast approaching
I’ll soon be home
With my loving wife
Tis a Long way home
Back to my love
Dazzling light splits the sky
The dull rumble of thunder
A few moments later
As the road climbs higher
The storm now upon me
The roll of thunder now louder
The warmth of home near
Tis a Long way home
Back to my love
The dark ridges outlined
In the dazzling light
A cabin momentarily seen
Home at last
As I turn into the driveway
A dash to the door
As the thunder rolls
Tis a Long way home
Back to my love
There to meet me
Is my dear beloved
A warm smile and hug
Welcome home darling
Tis a Long way home
Back to my love
Breakfast is on the stove
Coffee perking away
A warm smile and hug
Welcome home darling
Children not yet awake
The storm has passed
There is a light shining
Over the mountains
Tis a Long way home
Back to my love
Ken Bennison's Photography 