Monthly Archives: November 2018

Waiting for the Sun to Rise over West Virginia

I took this photo at 7:01am on Monday, October 8th while standing on Bear Rocks Preserve, one of West Virginia’s most iconic overlooks. That was 7 minutes after dawn and 20 minutes before sunrise.

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Bear Rocks is made up of massive sandstone boulders that form a ridge line, pointing north along the eastern edge of the Dolly Sods plateau. The boulders are interspersed with red spruce trees and huckleberry shrubs and surrounded by ancient bogs.

I noted the exact time when I took this photograph from my camera’s internal clock. In reality, however, time seems to stand still in this barren, forlorn landscape, especially when one is standing in the darkness, watching the sky to the northeast turn slowly from black to purple, to red, to orange and then to yellow, as the rising sun breaches the horizon beyond the receding lines of mountain ridges and valleys filled with early morning fog.

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The Barn on Bonner Mountain

When in West Virginia over the long weekend of October 10-12, the most enchanting subject I photographed was this elegant, lop-sided barn on Bonner Mountain Road in the Canaan Valley.

Barns fascinate me and I never miss the opportunity to photograph one.

I can’t explain this fascination. Yes, I was born and raised amid farms in a rural part of Ireland but I never saw barns there.

I suspect the roots of this fascination may lie deep in my DNA. Just as all human beings hold in our minds an idyllic vision of a rural landscape with rolling hills leading down to a lake surrounded by trees because that’s what East Africa, where all humankind originated, looks like, so I suspect that my love of barns has a similarly deep-seated source somewhere in an ancient, long-lost Ireland.

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