Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Big Beautiful Bovines

Snapped some pictures of these Highland cattle off of Rock Road, Elizabeth Township, Lancaster Co. PA
Don't you just want to pet these shagsters?

Making sure I'm not going to disturb the calf.

Watching out from under those locks.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Out & About

Out and about this weekend taking some early spring photos. Drew was driving so I could have both hands on the camera for a change. We happened upon the Amish conducting a meeting in the white meeting house on Middle Creek Road,  The heaps of bikes and buggies caught my eye. Of course, the long white sheds are horse sheds.

Characteristically, there are no window treatments on the building.

It was chilly. The horses had their jackets on.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Shooting, Driving

One of the best places to be is in my car, by myself, driving country roads and shooting photographs along the way. Many of these farms and fields are as familiar to me as breath. I've driven past them my whole life. It pains me when they are sold or any part of them is taken away. Once a piece of land is built-upon or paved over, it never goes back. If you love earth and sky and some measure of peace, then you know how I feel. These are all shot in Lancaster County, PA, generally in the northern and western part of the county and most of them from behind the wheel.
Mt. Joy Road

Mt. Joy Road

Mt. Joy Road

Rock Point Road

Rock Point Road

Off Donegal Spring Rd. near the Sweigart Farm

Off Donegal Springs Road, near the Sweigart Farm
The above shots taken with a Hipstamatic. Olympus pix coming soon.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Traveling Heart

Spring sends my junking, photographing, gardening, writing little heart aflutter. Out and about this weekend enjoying the fine weather, big old Lancaster County fields and skies and stopping up in Clay, PA for good junk.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Road Trip

When spring rolls around, my sister and I get the urge to go somewhere. Sometimes a person just needs to bust out and take to the road. This year's mini-trip is just around the corner, but last year's trip was Newport, Rhode Island. Quaint, old and seaporty. Can you ever get enough of antiques, art and the sea? We can't! Here are some pictures of The Elms, The Breakers, Marble House and Rosecliffe.

Friday, March 11, 2011

The Joy of Great Stuff

I love stuff. Old stuff. Junk. Paint peeling rusty falling apart shiny satiny speckled dusty. Whatever. There's no limit to what's cool in Mary's world. The stuff in Anthropologie is always a joy to look at; these glossy pink quartz bookends, for instance.
Or this fabulous chandelier and candle lantern made from iron cast twigs.
Or these paper shades suspended from the ceiling.
Even the mirror reflecting the stairs, shadows and the big pink flower in the window. It's all good.

Witch Hazel - Spring On the Way


Witch Hazel blooming in center city, Philadelphia.
Orange.

White.
Yellow.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

From "Under the Live Oak"

Clouds are stacked in a succession of brooding blue-black banks. Topside, the white film rips and siphons upward into a golden backlight, while below the underbellies are heavy and cold and dark with water. The land beneath is the crude stuff the earth is made of, clay, golden brown, rust red dust and yellow snatches of dirt and mud and rock. The stuff is now furzed with trees, miniature from up high. The trees dip and disappear and reappear as the land rises and dives and between the flat tabletops and valleys one can see how the great landscape was sculpted by engulfing waters and flowing tonnage; boulders with no earthly reason for being. Blue curtains of rain can be seen at intervals where parts of earth and sky are one and where the cloud cover is torn, light shafts of gold pour down like flights of angels.
If a person didn’t know better, they might think my father, with his silver white hair and amber eyes, is creating this scene for his own enjoyment, or mine. He needs a lot of space around him and this is his to command. I photograph him here, on this granite promontory, at this elevation, the grandeur of this land behind him. I pray the Hunted and Hunted will be gentle with him when he enters it.
“This is what the beginning of the world must have looked like,” my father says.
I smile behind the lens, my father locked in the viewfinder. Not everyone loves my father, but I feel sorry for them.

Late Winter Sky

A late winter sky on Donegal Springs Road. Many Canadian geese, snow geese and white tundra swans filled the sky last weekend. At times, the sky was literally filled with their clattering honks.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Spring Terrain

We're right on the cusp of spring. Drew and I put our deck furniture out this weekend. On Saturday night, after dinner at the Bull's Head, it was warm enough for us to sit on the deck, under the tiny white lights and have a nightcap. This morning we woke up to snow. The cusp.
These are pictures of my friend Cindi and the visit we paid to Terrain two springs ago. Gorgeous, inspiring place for lovers of plants and gardens.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Late Winter Fields


Shooting some late winter fields between Mt. Joy, PA and Lititz, PA. Playing with my recently purchased Olympus.

Temperance Hill Road



The Witness Tree Church - Donegal Presbyterian

Locally, we often refer to the Donegal Presbyterian Church as simply the Witness Tree Church. At a church service in1777, the congregation received word from a horserider that the British had left New York and invaded Pennsylvania. The congregation, joined by their pastor, went out and encircled the white oak planted just outside the church and pledged their allegiance as patriots of the new country. It was significant also in that the congregation had been used to offering prayers for King George of England, but would do so no more. The majestic oak who gave witness to this event was struck by lightning many times and finally, after more than 200 years, succumbed to disease in the early 1990s, despite many attempts to save it.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Donegal Presbyterian Church


Eugene Clark has a pretty stylish, 1871 marker.

So does Harriet Clark with her beautiful three dimensional rose.

The Donegal Presbyterian Church from across the street.

The one room school house down the road.

My favorite marker. Thomas Jamison, 1732.

War of 1812 marker erected by the Natl Society of the U.S. Daughters of 1812.

First church 1721. This church 1740.



Another example of interesting iconography: skull, hourglass, laurels, and crossed swords. Fittingly, Joseph Litle also sports a Revolutionary War marker.

Our Mother.

The Clarks all together.