© 2014 Michael Fiveson
Only the ghostly shell remains of a homestead gone to flame.
(click on image for added detail)
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Mike's Look at Life
Photography, memoirs, random thoughts.
© 2014 Michael Fiveson
Only the ghostly shell remains of a homestead gone to flame.
(click on image for added detail)
Wow!
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Danke.
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Oh My God!
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Jeepers, Nia.
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Enlarging the photo definitely brings out the drama and beauty of this shot!
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I find that as well. Good morning, Angeline.
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The image conjures up sadness for me. Beautiful…but sad.
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There is some emotion here, for sure. For me it is both sad and a little scary. Good morning Sue.
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Good Morning to you too and of course Pumpkin!
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Woof!
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I hope Uncle Tom made it out safely! How ironic that we can find such beauty amidst gutted remains and embers…
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Uncle Tom did make it out just fine. He was able to stay with his brother 40 miles yonder where they resumed Tom’s moonshine operation, this time more carefully controlling the flame.
Finest moonshine I have ever tasted. Has just a suggestion of maple in it.
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Ahh maple-drenched moonshine… a nice touch indeed 😉
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Very nice, Mike…and it goes well with the header image.
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Thanks Scott, and hello.
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Most welcome…and hello, dear Mike.
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Nice capture MIke
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Thanks Claude.
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Victor took the word right out of my mouth. Wow! You just keep getting better and better. Is this a new photo or something from your archives? The reason I ask is that I would figure you’ve shot everything in your state by now. Colorado, right?
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Yes, Colorado and it was taken last summer in the town of Buena Vista. I have shot almost everything within a 20 mile radius of me, that is true, but Colorado is a big place.
Thanks for this generous comment Emilio.
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As an exercise, I read that you should drive 50 miles from home and take the first turn off after that and then start shooting. I tried that yesterday and came to a dead end, no homes, no nothing but a wire fence. I did take some photos of that but they are pretty unusable, I think.
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50 miles is a wide arc. I certainly have been in all directions at least 50 miles. In the summer when
I can hop on my motorcycle my shooting tends to get more prolific as does my adventure and discovery.
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Great to see you back on menacing/moody/darkly atmospheric form, Mike… You do these types of images best 🙂
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And I enjoy them best, for whatever reason. Emotion is always a good thing in an image, I think.
Thanks!
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Bang to rights… You need emotion in an image, if it’s really going to ‘speak’…
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And the rayed light through the clouds is something else, too!
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Yes, it was a rapture, of sorts 😉
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Dang, burn’t up making maple flavoured shine? That’s going to send the prices skyrocketing. Supply and demand, it’s a gift and a curse.
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Git yo shine whiles you still can.
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Heart breaking capture of the devastation of mountain fires. You left no doubt to what nightmare ruined this dream. Was this the result of one of last summer’s fires?
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No, I think it was an isolated fire judging from the intact timber surrounding it.
Thank you.
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Probably fell asleep with a cigarette after a night of indulging in moonshine. Your photo reminds me, I can only stay away from Colorado so long before the mountains call me back 🙂
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I hear that Ingrid. Mountains in the summer for me.
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Great capture.
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Thanks Pat.
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This one tells a sad story.
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Indeed it does. Such is life.
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Fantastic processing, Mike.
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Ello, Andy. Thanks very much.
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Although I am enjoying the beach, the mountains call to me. Very nice Mike. 🙂
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Hi LuAnn. You just continue to enjoy that beach and the mountains will be here at your leisure. Thanks.
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😀
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Wow, powerful image!!
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Agreed. Thanks Laura.
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