Art is Everywhere You Look...

For some people, food is simply a matter of sustenance; something they need to consume on a daily basis for strength and survival. For others, especially Italians, food is an art and should never be ignored - particularly when the phrase ends with "parm". There are a number of "parms": chicken parm, veal parm, or in the case of this picture, eggplant parm!

You may be wondering how food can be art...let me explain.

Most people agree that a great meal is usually the product of starting with good ingredients but they don't always think beyond that point. If care is taken when selecting what goes into the recipe, shouldn't care be taken when putting everything together? Much like a piece of art, each step should be carefully considered and executed with precision. For example, when an artist paints a picture he/she must first prepare the canvas, and so too must the cook prepare his/her bread when preparing a sandwich. Once each condiment is spread on the bread, care should be taken to make sure every layer is added nicely, so its taste blends in perfectly with the others. There is usually an order to the ingredients, determined by its importance to the sandwich: is the ingredient considered a "base" or simply a "garnish". If you put the sandwich together incorrectly it could fall apart in your hands.

At the same time, just as artists spend years perfecting their craft, chefs spend years observing and assisting other chefs in an effort to develop an individual style. Once this style is implemented certain trademark dishes follow a chef wherever he/she works - and don't the patrons usually go too? How many times have you traveled out of the way to eat at a restaurant because you know the chef prepares your favorite dish in the most unique way?

Once the meal - or in this case sandwich - is prepared the chef should be very proud of what he/she created. The individual has usually worked hard to produce a "masterpiece" and would like to share it with whoever is around. The day I took this picture, the chef said to me, "Take a look at these...don't they look fantastic! This is something you should take a picture of." He had taken so much care in making each sandwich that, when they were finished baking, he couldn't help but call everyone over to take a look. When I actually pulled out my camera to snap a picture he started to laugh. I said, "No, I agree, they look awesome!"

Unfortunately, they were for someone else and I couldn't buy one!

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Changing with the Seasons...

Don't be confused - yes, this is a picture of ducks swimming in the middle of a plowed corn field. As the season changes many locations take on uses different than normally expected: landscape nurseries transform into Winter Wonderlands as they sell Christmas trees and wreaths; local baseball fields turn into sledding fields; and apparently corn fields turn into makeshift ponds!

Recently, my town was experiencing a flash flood as, what felt like, two inches of rain fell in less than 12 hours. Throughout the storm, streets were flooded, shutters and gutters tossed into bushes, and cars floated down the highway. This particular morning, as I drove to my first meeting, I don't think any of my car's tires touched the road at all...I would have been better suited with a row boat!

On my way home, soaked, cold, and ready for a warm cup of anything, I passed this flooded corn field. I originally stopped at the other end, marveling at how two/three inches of water lay where corn stalks stood just a few weeks ago, when suddenly my attention was diverted. In the distance I saw ducks having a great time for themselves swimming around in the rain. I had to laugh because so much rain had collected in this field that it was deep enough for these birds to go swimming. How could they know that due to the obscene amount of rain falling I could barely see out my front window or that my shoes were wet through to my socks - they seemed thrilled at the sudden appearance of a makeshift swimming hole! As I sat there I thought about all of the people I know - who will remain nameless - that don't like stepping outside in a mere drizzle and here these ducks were reveling in a deluge of water...I know, I know, they're ducks and are supposed to get wet! At least someone/something was benefiting from the storm.

As temperatures and snow begin to fall I'm sure there will be many more sights that will seem "out of the norm" and I hope they are all as entertaining as ducks swimming in the middle of a corn field!

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Worth a Second Look...

Does this tree look familiar...it's been a few weeks, but originally I snagged a picture of this tree in early November when just one corner's leaves had turned red. Four weeks later every leaf had been set ablaze with the most striking color of Fall. Every day that I passed this tree I stopped for a second to admire its beauty. As the season draws to a close, and the red of leaves are replaced by the red of Christmas decorations, I wanted to share one last "seasonal sight" - and smell!

Have you ever noticed that there is a certain smell to Fall? Whenever I walk by a tree like this one, or a pile of leaves on the ground, there is a certain earthy fragrance in the air. As leaves start to change and fall away for the winter they must emit a certain scent. It's that crisp smell that reminds me of a cool October afternoon; or huddling up on the bleachers to watch a football game; or walking through a pumpkin patch searching for the ideal pallet for a seasonal creation! Whenever I drove by this tree I enjoyed a wisp of that once-a-year fragrance.

Amazingly, in just a few days since I took this picture all of the leaves have fallen to the ground. Most of the Fall colors now brighten up the street corners instead of tree branches, as the leaves have been piled up for garbage pick-up. The neighborhoods have started to take on the appearance of winter: empty flower beds where the mums used sit and bare tree branches waiting for the new buds to blossom come Springtime! At first the sight is bittersweet but then I realize it is a necessary part of nature. Each Maple or Elm that lines the city streets has shared its beauty for the year and is simply making room for another part of nature. Without the bare branches how could anyone ever enjoy the serene beauty of a tree catching snow during an early December storm; or appreciate the return of color in April after months of snow and rain? The sights, sounds, and smells of Fall might be over, but now we have the opportunity to start over again with winter - for those of you who enjoy cold weather and snow!

If you are not a fan of the cold weather keep the image of this fiery red tree with you all winter...maybe its red leaves will help warm you up on the frigid days!

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

A Place to Relax...

A few weeks ago, when I shared a picture of some Fall leaves, I mentioned the sights and sounds of the season. I said how Fall is such a fantastic time of year that can bring so many senses to life. Since I already shared one of the "sights" I figured it would be good to share one of the "sounds".

Even without a calendar I can tell that Fall is approaching when I hear the sound of Canadian Geese flying over my neighborhood. Throughout the course of three months hundreds of geese fly south in search of a warmer climate, and my town must be in their direct flight path! In a strange way, it wouldn't feel like Fall without the sound of these geese flying overhead. If I happen to hear a lone bird at some other time during the year I have to stop and think for a second what day of the year it is...my mind immediately thinks about the colorful days of autumn. These animals have become as much of a staple in my life as the changing leaves and pumpkin seeds!

During the day, several flocks are guaranteed to stop for a short time at a local pond. You might have to look closely, but lined up across the center of the pond (they couldn't make it easier to snap a picture by being closer to the edge) are about twenty geese. I often wonder why they seem to congregate in this particular area: proximity to a body of water; lots of open, grassy areas; maybe a good source of food. As I said, this does not happen occasionally since these geese cover this area everyday of the week with a sea of black and tan feathers.

Does anyone know much about geese? What makes them "layover" in certain areas? While I'm posing a question, I have always wondered this: if these birds are native to Canada (which I'm assuming they are based upon the name) why do they have to travel south for the winter? Shouldn't they be used to cold weather and be satisfied staying in the north? Perhaps it's all relative...they travel to someplace that is warm for them, but for other birds would be considered cold.


What are some sights or sounds that remind you of Fall?

Are they unique to the area in which you live?

Is there anything else that reminds you of a specific season?


If the season was longer we could talk about the many smells of Fall...who knows, maybe there is time!

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

A Little Late in the Season...

In spite of the fast-approaching winter season, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to share something I found the other day when traveling near the shore. On a normal day I would be anxious to sit and relax on the beach, but not this particular day when the wind was blowing and the temperature was hovering around 40 degrees. I pulled over for not even five minutes just to take a quick look at the water and experience the Atlantic coast in complete silence - any longer and I think I would have froze.

All along the road were sets of stairs that led over the dike to the beach and water. In front of each staircase was a small gravel parking lot. As I pulled off into one of the tiny lots I noticed "No Parking" signs. I said to myself, "I won't be here very long and besides, this is not the middle of summer with thousands of people swarming around so it shouldn't be a problem." I started to walk up the stairs but suddenly stopped at the sight of a "Private Property" sign! This staircase was private property? These "private" steps led to a large deck set atop the dike, just before the rocks dropped off to a narrow beach. For a brief minute I enjoyed an unobstructed view of the Atlantic then headed back to my car before I caused a stir. I could envision someone running out of the house across the street claiming I was trespassing.

As I started to drive away I thought to myself, "how cool would that be to own a private deck right on the beach?" The owners of this beach-front perch had a fantastic view of the water and plenty of room to entertain a small group of people. Most likely, as I said, the property belonged to one of the residents that lived across the street, making this find even better! I would love to be able to wake up on a summer morning, walk across the street and sit on my deck over looking the beach. What makes this thought even more appealing is knowing that some loud, annoying group of people wouldn't be parking themselves next to me within thirty minutes of sitting down. As far as I could tell, the only thing on this beach was these private steps/decks so most likely the craziness should kept to a minimum.

With the wind pushing my car around the right lane, I continued driving up the shore and thinking about a warm summer day at the beach....and how much fun it would be on my own private beach! I wonder what a person has to do to "own" part of a beach...hopefully someday I'll find out!

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

A Strong Finish...

Fall is such a colorful and mesmerizing time of year. I love traveling down the highway towards a blanket of red, yellow, and orange leaves; or going for a walk on a crisp afternoon across a sea of fallen leaves that crunch under my feet. One afternoon I spotted this tree and couldn't pass by without taking a picture. This tree is just a small example of the large-scale beauty that is seen throughout Fall.

I am always amazed by the brilliant colors of this time of year but even more so when I see a tree like this one. Every once in awhile I see a tree where only one portion of the leaves have changed, making for an exciting sight. I wish I knew what caused this to happen...maybe it's due to sunlight or water - or lack thereof. I can't even say that the red leaves were scattered throughout several other branches because they were not; there was not one red leaf anywhere else on the tree except the one branch pictured.

I can stand and stare at a tree like this for hours. The striking colors are such a compliment to a blue, Fall sky. Year after year I go through the summer wondering how all of these boring, green leaves can suddenly be set ablaze during September and October, changing an entire landscape. Instead of blending in with its surroundings, these bright trees become the center of attention. People travel for hundreds of miles to witness a marvel of nature. (The travel part is definitely true since I recently met a family from Arkansas who traveled to the northeast to see the changing leaves.) Once people have seen such an array of color they want to capture it forever...how often have you seen someone along the side of the road collecting leaves? You may have seen me. I have pulled over my car or hopped off my bicycle many times because I spotted a small patch of color that I wanted to carry home with me. After much care and concern, I am able to preserve this "pallet" of red, orange, and brown for years to come.

Although I love summertime and warm weather there is something to be said about the Fall: there is plenty of excitement for all of your senses (the smell of a freshly carved pumpkin or the sound of crunching leaves) but most especially your sense of sight! Just before the leaves fall from their branches they provide quite a show. Some may say that nature has saved the best for last.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

I Always Heard About it...

Did you have a tree house when you were little? I never did but of course always heard about them. I don't think I would have really wanted one anyway because I would have been too afraid to climb that high up a tree! Now that I think about it, none of my friends had one either. Tree houses were things that children in movies and television shows had in their backyard, not the boy that lived down the street who I knew from the bus stop.

This particular tree house as been around for years and I pass it nearly everyday. I am always amazed how big it is, yet appears to sit very sturdily amongst the branches - with a little help from the pillars, of course! This children's playground is almost the size of some apartments I have seen. Living would be cramped, but at least you would have some nice views.

The funny thing is that in all of the years I have passed by this tree house I have never once seen anyone actually playing in or around it. I wonder if the children who used to hang out the windows or swing from the poles have long since grown up and moved away...or maybe it was built with the hope of someone laughing for hours while sitting on the balcony, only to find the person had lost interest by the time the project was finished. Maybe the project was never finished...I have never been able to get close enough so I can't truly tell whether or not "construction" has officially ended.

Occasionally I think, "Maybe it would have been fun to have a tree house growing up" since it is known to be a staple of youth. Maybe I would have enjoyed climbing the tree and hanging out in a private fort that was designed by my friends and I...all of the kids on TV seemed to have fun when they played in tree houses! How could they be so iconic of youth yet no one I knew ever had one...they had sandboxes but never tree houses; swings that took us soaring towards the sky and slides that brought us racing back to the ground but never a tree house.

Perhaps the answer lies in the fact that there were many children just like me...they were a little skeptical of a structure built into the trunk of a tree that would sway when a strong gust of wind blew by. With that in mind, I don't feel as though I missed out on anything during my childhood. I will just enjoy the view of this tree house, instead, as I pass by daily in my own pursuit of enjoyment!

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Timing is Everything...

I would like to say upfront this was probably not the smartest way to take a picture but I could not resist. Yes, you are figuring correctly, I took this picture while driving down the highway...definitely not something to try on your own. The opportunity arose and I knew the picture would be too cool to pass up.

I happen to be entering the highway and this van, looking like a leftover from the 60's, went crawling past me. All I saw were the big letters on the back saying "Be Happy". The minute I saw this van I said, "I need a picture of that!" Had the driver not been going at least 10mph below the speed limit there is no way I would have been able to catch up to him. Once I saw this retro vehicle a smile immediately appeared on my face.

Prior to beginning my commute the day had been less than thrilling...all kinds of stress coming from all different directions. I tried finding some relief by listening to the radio, but had very little success; then the "Happy Van" passed me. Suddenly I forget about my prior stress and was totally focused on catching a closer look at what was plastered all over the sides of the van - and of course I had to sneak a peak at the driver, which turned out to be a man in his late sixties with a female passenger...both of whom could have lived through the love-fest of the 1960's. Once I was close enough I found, aside from "Be Happy" on the back, bright, florescent flowers accenting the sides. Part of my enjoyment came from the fact that one does not expect this type of vehicle to pass by on the highway. I love surprises and outrageous sites during the day and this certainly classifies as one.

Of course, there is always the obvious joy: when a stranger encourages you to be happy how can you really resist. For me, those simple words were a reminder that no matter what is going on happiness in not far off in the future. I started wondering if this couple spends their time traveling around spreading good cheer from their perch in an old VW Van.

What else could make someone decorate their car in such a colorful, enthusiastic manner?

Did they know how many smiles they added to the world and how many people they helped everyday?

Once the VW Van faded from sight in my rear-view mirror the stress slowly started to return, but fortunately not completely. I wish I was able to tell that couple how, for a few brief minutes on my way to a shoot, their silent encouragement lifted my spirits. Something so simple and unexpected, yet it helped change the course of my day...

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Don't Rule Anything Out...

You may be wondering about the focal point of this picture. I assure you, the photo was taken far away on purpose. Although, in my effort to be discreet (sometimes I have to take a picture and run before being noticed) and capture the entire setting, I may have been a little too far away. Nevertheless, I wanted to capture this quaint, mobile-home community nestled along the edge of this forrest...a what..."mobile-home community" - better known as a trailer park!

I will admit, I always had a certain image of mobile homes and the people that lived in them, as do most Americans; but after passing this community my opinion changed. Look at this beautiful setting! Who wouldn't enjoy walking out the front door every morning to a peaceful neighborhood like this one? Even though I was only there for a few minutes I just got the feeling that the neighbors all got along and there wasn't anyone who played loud music or ran power tools at 7:30 on a Saturday morning!

When I thought "trailer park" I used to picture the old metal buildings with the plastic awning over the front door. The houses I captured in this picture were totally different. Many of them looked like "regular" homes built from the foundation up. They have landscaped yards, areas to park their cars, and sheds to keep their lawnmowers - just like any house in suburban America.

Pardon me if this all sounds like ignorance, but I have never passed a set of mobile homes where I said, "Huh, I could actually live here...". Chances are I still wouldn't because the house would be too small for me but at least my reluctance doesn't come from any longstanding stereotype. This community almost had the feeling of a vacation getaway: rolling green fields, quiet streets, birds chirping - what more could you want?

Isn't this the kind of neighborhood in which everyone wants to have a home and live out the American Dream?

When have you suddenly taken a second look and totally blasted away any preconceived notions about something?

Perhaps catching something in the spur of the moment does really give you an unbiased view.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Did I Make a Wrong Turn...?

I'm back after a week off - a brief vacation of sorts to regroup and take a break from writing. I'm now back and ready to share with everyone what a street vendor was recently touting as the "bargain of the day": Bonsai trees. In some areas this is not an unusual site but the neighborhood I was driving through when I snapped this picture does not see bonsai trees on a regular basis. What was even more interesting - and helped catch my attention - was the fact that the wrack of trees was set-up in the parking lot of a gas station! Is it me or is anyone else surprised to see bonsai trees for sale next to the air pump and diesel tank?

I have to admit my first thought upon driving by the large display was The Karate Kid! Maybe not what you would expect, but I would suspect anyone who was under the age of 18 at any point during the '80s would think of Daniel Larusso when coming across one of these miniature trees. For most children that movie was their first encounter with these foreign trees. As I stood in front of this potted wonder (how often do they really have to be trimmed and how do they survive with so many of the roots sticking out of the dirt?) I was tempted to make an impulse buy. I was once again a child, looking through the excitement generated by my favorite movie, wanting to bring home this curious, foot-tall tree.

I was also amused by the abundance of American flags attached to the shelves...not to sound un-patriotic but I was really surprised. There are a number of displays and pieces of art that I would associate with bonsai trees but the American flag is not one of them. Usually, I just assume some type of Oriental art would be displayed with these, predominantly, Oriental trees. Perhaps this is the "Americanization of Bonsai trees". To some people that makes it a more appealing purchase while for others the tiny shrubbery may seem less exotic, thereby less appealing. I'm sure everyone knows someone who won't do or buy something once it is part of the "mainstream".

I should probably mention I did not buy a bonsai tree. After looking at the many choices I decided my money would probably be better spent elsewhere. Even though I arrived home empty-handed, I still gained amusement from discovering the "gas station bonsai stand" and reminiscing of "wax on, wax off".

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

A Second Career...

Sometimes I think I should have been an architect. Well, probably not, but I am always intrigued by the industry and think I would have enjoyed the creative/design aspect. I always enjoy walking around cities, especially large, old cities looking at the buildings. I find it so interesting to see how each building is unique and the ways "styles" have changed over the years. Some buildings look dated after a decade or so while others, like the one pictured here, are timeless.

Unfortunately, there were several aspects of this building/complex which I was not able to capture due to the camera I was using. For instance, the main building is flanked by similar ones on each side, forming a plaza which at times is full of city-dwellers. Also, every step lights up in sequence, but I was only able to capture two (there is a time when all of the steps are lit at the same time and looks amazing!). I was unable to capture the size of the building. Since I was trying to get the symmetry of the plaza I had to stand in front, which doesn't allow the immensity of the building to be shown in any pictures.

Symmetry is one of the things I love about architecture. I love how when a person stands on the street looking towards the plaza everything seen fits nicely together and his/her eyes will naturally flow back to the main building. The steps light up from the street back, which carries on-lookers' eyes back to the fountain. Once at the fountain, the gaze is directed toward the arches of the main building, since they reach for the clouds in the same fashion as the water jumping out of the fountain. As I said, there are two buildings on the side, of which you are able to see just a little bit. These buildings help line the plaza but also guide attention back to the main building as well. Looking closely at the front of the building you can see how each panel of windows is identical allowing for a simple refined appearance that does not overpower its surroundings.

In the case of this building complex, the architecture reflects the building's use as well as define the neighborhood. The surrounding buildings, residents, and industry are as sophisticated as this low-lying, white "palace". One look at the crowds of people gathered is evidence of how inviting the plaza has become.

Some of you might know what this building is...any ideas?

What are some buildings you have stopped to admire over the years?

Are there any aspects of architecture that you find especially interesting?

Even though I thoroughly enjoy studying a building's appearance I think a job in architecture can wait. Besides, isn't there a lot math involved with architecture, which, as you can imagine by my chosen profession, is not one of my best subjects.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

A Misplaced Enjoyment...

Depending on what the weather is like when you are reading this blog, a picture taken on a rainy day might be a hard thing to which you can relate. In some ways puddles, like this one I found on a recent cloudy day, are such a nuisance, yet sometimes they provide a different view of the world. Most likely your perception of "the puddle" depends" on what's going on in your day!

This particular day I started out not really enjoying the vast amounts of water that seemed to be flowing down every street. After a few minutes of walking down the sidewalk the water started to soak my shoes and let's be honest, no one really enjoys wet shoes. When I mistakenly stepped off the curb into a big puddle - no, not the one pictured - the water attacked the cuffs of my pants and started to creep up my legs. Wet shoes are bad but I think wet pants are almost worse.

It's funny how once the bottom third of my body was wet I could not wait to get inside, which is usually not the case at all. (Normally, I love to be outside as much as possible even if it's drizzling a little.) I couldn't wait to be in out of the rain so I could dry off for a few minutes before venturing elsewhere later in the day. Unfortunately, I was not always so lucky. Some of the places I stepped into were so crowded that I was constantly bumped up against wet umbrellas or people's soaked rain coats!

Later in the day the clouds broke, the rain stopped falling, and my mood, along with other peoples' that I passed, had changed. It's amazing how once my every step was no longer in a puddle I was not as irritated. I was finally able to look at the lingering puddles and find some enjoyment. At one point I looked to my right, toward the street, and was amazed at what was staring back from alongside the curb: a perfectly clear reflection of the nearby building and tree, mixed in with a slight glimmer of the slowly appearing sunshine. I smiled to myself and thought, "This is the payoff for days of rain!".

When I turned back to look at the building it looked totally different than the reflection I had just captured with my camera.

Isn't is amazing how everything looks so different in a reflection?

Have you ever marveled at how much of the world seems to be reflected from a tiny two-feet long puddle?

Suddenly my "love" of puddles was rejuvenated. They always seem to provide unforgettable pictures, which illustrate the beauty of water: how light can be bounced around endlessly, the variety of views, and the vast expanse of the reflection. Sometimes when glancing at the reflection of a building or tree the object seems to go on forever...

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

...it's weighing down your pockets.

How many tip jars do you see on a regular basis: when picking up your morning coffee, choosing your lunch at the local deli or pizza shop, maybe at the barber shop or favorite salon; however, how many tip jars do you see like this one. When I was standing at a burger counter recently, I was amused at the sight of this bucket standing next to the register. Since the majority of workers at this restaurant were under the age of 25, and that age group is usually on the hunt for money, I figured one of them was responsible for the creativity. As I stood there chuckling I started thinking about how one little action, statement, joke, whatever could add so much to a "regular" day.

I love how bold this statement is while at the same time being a bit subtle. On the surface, crew members are trying to come off as funny or cute with the play on words. After a second I realized, most likely with a smirk, they're pretty much saying, "We're not picky, we'll take anything you don't want to carry away from our restaurant." Let's be honest, isn't that a common sentiment. How often do you put stuff out on the curb for garbage pick-up only to find one of your neighbors came and took it under the cover of darkness? Sometimes people are not picky. It seems these actions are not driven by greed, but rather a lack of concern for quality? In any case...back to the burger counter..."you don't like change filling up your pockets, don't worry, we'll take it off your hands."

I once had a friend who did not like pennies. She just didn't like carrying them in her wallet or purse, and they were more of a nuisance than anything else. One day as we were walking through a parking lot after exiting a store she started to go through the change in her hand and proceeded to drop the pennies on the ground; she couldn't be bothered with such small coins. If only there had been a tip jar at the food store!

I think this brief note is a living example of how, all around us, there are unique twists on everyday life - and you never know what impact that "twist" will have on someone else. One person may have sat down with a piece of paper and marker to create a tip jar but instead provided me with enjoyment and laughter that would go on for minutes...hours...eventually days. Who could anticipate me contemplating the label on a tip jar. Be on the lookout for such little oddities in your town; you never know how long the fun will last.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

A Day on the River...

On my way into a restaurant one late afternoon I stopped to enjoy the view of the neighboring river and noticed a group of people kayaking upstream. For a second I almost wished I was out on the river with them, but then remembered that I was walking into one of my favorite restaurants and the kayak could wait! Plus, the view was too fantastic to not take a moment and gaze out over the water.

The whole atmosphere was completely peaceful. There was a light breeze that helped cool off the warm summer air and send the river flowing gently downstream. I was amazed at how green the riverbanks were, especially after all of the record temperatures most areas have experienced this summer. In spite of the heat, the water level also looked fairly high and I thought it was going to spill over the edge of the river overtaking all of the green grass. After a few minutes of gazing my attention turned back to the kayakers...

I started thinking how I would really like to kayak again! I ventured out on the water a couple of summers ago and had a great time. At the end of the season I vowed to go out again, yet as of today I have not gotten any closer to kayaking than walking past an empty boat at the sporting goods store. Unfortunately, the excitement got buried under work responsibilities and other commitments - or favorite restaurants. As I stood watching this small group, and then the other people who joined them a few minutes later, I was reinvigorated to pick up this new hobby! I started thinking about places I could rent a kayak, which friends I could enlist to join me, and how much all of this would cost. Then my thoughts went to the one snag...where would I find the time?

Has there ever been something you wanted to try but it kept getting pushed off because of lack of time?

What made you finally say, "I'm going to make this happen!", and did you eventually follow through?

I wish I could say the next day I made plans to try kayaking once again, but of course I couldn't find the time. I'm not worried though; it is only mid-August and I still have plenty of time before the waters "close" for winter. Now is your chance to resurrect that dream you had back in April, when you became infected with Spring Fever after all of the snow had melted and the grass slowly started turning green...the dream of trying something new this summer. If I can go kayaking you can do...well, whatever you have in mind!

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Living History...

In the part of the country where I travel most often there is one frequent sight: old barns! When I first moved to the area I thought it was kind of cool, driving down the road and all of a sudden you see an old barn - and there never seems to be two that are alike. Years later, however, I have to admit that the novelty has worn off a bit and now when I pass one of these old "relics" my thought is, "Oh, just another old barn". The day I took this picture, though, things seemed a little different.

For some reason this particular barn seemed to stand out from the hundreds I have passed in recent years. Maybe because it was literally right along the side of the road and I was able to have a closer look. Then as I was taking this picture I realized: this barn was not in as bad a shape as some of the others I see. Some barns look as though they have not been used in years, while this one looked like it could have just been used earlier in the day. I was happy to see how this barn was kept up a little better than the others. I think part of the reason that most of these old buildings all blend together is becasue they are usually surrounded by trees and have caved-in roofs with broken doors. It's a little disappointing.

As I started to think about it I realized that a part of this area's history is just being left to crumble. Even if the barn was used by a simple farmer who grew a modest amount of crop, it is still a part of an industry that is changing by the day! Small, family farms seem to disappearing, and without barns and other structures standing in one piece any evidence of their existence is vanishing as well.

What happens in a few years when those half standing barns have completely fallen to the ground?

How will people know that at one point in our collective history families had to grown/raise their food in the backyard?

Now, I'm not suggesting we go out and save every free standing barn in the country, that would be next to impossible. What I am suggesting is that we start with a better appreciation for what we do have in our towns...instead of just passing by without a glance, stop for a second, and actually take a look at the living history still standing - whether it be a barn or some other structure. Once that happens, maybe the rest will fall into place...

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

The Story Continues...

Now that you have had a few days to sit and wonder about the railroad track I showed you last week, I'll add one more thing to the mix: the train station just a few feet away from the unused track. Running in front of the platform is the current track that is now used in this town, which I mentioned briefly last time.

Let me say up front, I don't know for sure whether this is the original train platform or not - it didn't look like it could be the original. Currently, the structure holds an historical exhibit for the town with old photos and statistics. Even if it is not the station used when passenger trains used to travel this route, I think it is probably still a good representation. (I looked around but could not find out when this one was built.) Doesn't this look just like the platforms seen in countless black and white photos, from which politicians used to stump or friends and family used to wave goodbye - which is what caught my attention...

This train station is located pretty much in the geographic center of town, so it most likely became the center of town. Someone could stand along the railing and look out onto Main Street or the town park. Given the location, it was probably easily accessible to most residents; so, if there was a big event or an important announcement to make, what better place for such an occasion than the town train station?

I stood in the gravel lot, with the late-afternoon traffic passing by to my right, wondering what sort of events took place on this platform:

Did any celebrities travel this route?

Any town "birthdays" take place on this platform?

Or, any politicians that may have stood there with dreams of winning an election?

People in town probably no longer depend on the train like they did years ago: most residents have their own car for transportation; trucks probably transport whatever goods have to enter or leave town. Much like the one railroad track that parallels - and terminates - next to this train station, the building is, at least, representative of what life was probably like in this town 60 or 70 years ago...and makes you wonder what another 60 or 70 years will change.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Travel...coming to an end

Somewhere along the line deserted railroad tracks became feared and associated with seedy behavior. I guess it makes sense since these former "highways" usually are left to become dark corners of towns, overgrown with weeds. As I discovered the other day, that idea doesn't always have to become the reality.

I came across this railroad track running right through the center of a small town, just a few yards away from an historical exhibit - and a few farther yards from the currently used railroad track. Granted, I was passing by in the middle of a beautiful summer day, giving me no reason for concern, but I still had the feeling that this particular area was more a reminder of a town's storied past, instead of any current seediness.

Imagine what used to travel along these railroad tracks:

Was it a passenger train carrying residents from the small town into the "big city"?

Was it used to transport raw materials from a local farm or factory to a bigger facility, where it was used to manufacture some other product?

Did a steam engine travel this rail or maybe a diesel (any train experts out there...can you actually tell by looking at the tracks...I've always wondered?)

I tried to imagine what the area looked like 50 or 6o years ago when this track was probably in use. The surrounding gravel lot was probably full of travelers saying hello or good-bye to loved ones; or trucks emptying large cartons of materials to be loaded into a boxcar. The quiet that I experienced would most likely have been replaced by laughter, tears, honking horns, and loud train whistles...

Then I wondered how it all came to a stop...as I mentioned there was a different track not far away, so I wondered what happened to make the rail that I stood near obsolete - so obsolete that a railroad tie was placed across the width of the track. I think that is my favorite aspect of this picture: to alleviate any doubt as to whether or not the track should be used, despite the fact that it literally ended once it hit the road, a huge railroad tie was placed across the middle. What better way of saying "the end" than to literally block the path. A dramatic end to what could have, possibly, been a very dramatic story.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Usually Not as Special...

By mid-summer wild flowers are covering open, grassy fields, much like the one pictured to the left. As I was passing by this field one day something interesting came to mind: I always think these wild flowers look so pretty as they stretch on and on into the distance; however, if they were in my front yard they would be weeds! I pulled the car over and got out to take a look at the seemingly endless field of wild flowers and was pleasantly surprised.

I was amazed to see so many different flowers that I have pulled out of my yard, especially since I considered them weeds. The tall white ones: they were a constant amongst the mulch years ago and never looked as nice in my yard as they did in the field. Then the little yellow flowers, which were a nice contrast to the white flowers and brightened everything up. Mixed in sporadically were little purple flowers, which seemed to fill in the low lying grass - and I have personally experienced how these pretty flowers attempt to take over a front yard.

So, as I stood admiring all of these "weeds" I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation: when it comes to wild flowers, everyone does have a different opinion. I was reminded of someone I know who upon spotting colorful wild flowers in her yard lets them be. No matter whether they are growing up through the green grass or the edge of the sidewalk, each bunch of flowers are left to grow. When I spotted this, I was totally amazed and said, "What, are you crazy, these are weeds! Just get some spray and kill them before they take over your entire yard." She wouldn't hear anything of the sort; she felt they were pretty and wanted to see them flourish.

Much like the "treasures" I mentioned last week, that are sold at Flea Markets, the beauty of wild flowers changes depending on who is observing the field. What one person sees as magnificent another sees as weeds!

What have you encountered in life that, when removed from its natural setting loses a little of its sparkle?

Conversely, what, when going beyond your initial reaction, has offered unexpected beauty and satisfaction?

So, as the summer rolls along and I continue to pass fields of wild flowers I will be able to laugh at the thought that someone, somewhere may look out his or her front window and be thrilled by the site of colorful weeds!

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

An Unlikely Summer Tradition...

Flea Markets. These havens of eclectic wares and foods have, in a way, become a summer tradition for bargain hunters everywhere. Shoppers seem to find items that can only be found at these weekend bazaars. The market I was able to capture in this picture I traveled past on an off day, but still found it very interesting.

Early in the season vendors seem to set up their tents and items for sale as a way to entice passersby to enter. A seasonal world seems to be built overnight filled with embroidered sweatshirts, fudge, scented candles, and more. Each weekend, this world comes alive with shoppers and then every weekday it seems to "go to sleep". The weekdays are the days that interest me because everything seems to be put on hold - the flea market is still there but just a quieter version of itself...

On Sunday night the vendors seem to pack up some of their belongings and go home for the week, leaving behind skeletons of their tents. It's amazing how everything gets so quiet and empty for a few days - it almost seems like the place was deserted! If I didn't know better, I would figure sales had been horrible over the weekend and everyone decided to move-on to a different flea market...but without fail, come Friday afternoon the vendors are back in full force and ready for another marathon weekend.

I can't say I'm a frequent shopper at flea markets. I have probably been to only a handful over the years, but they still seem to intrigue me. Aside from the way things shut down for days at a time and then reopen again, there seems to be a group of people who frequent flea markets on a regular basis. These shoppers are bargain hunters who are happy to spend hours going from tent to tent looking at every item for sale. They remind me of the car loads of people that line suburban housing developments every Saturday morning ready to hit up any garage sale in walking distance. Without fail, flea market and garage sale shoppers are always proud of their $2.00 purchase - a purchase that in a regular store might have cost twice as much!

What are your experiences with flea markets?

Have you ever bought anything that, later, made you say, "what was I thinking?"

Do you or someone you know go on a regular basis to see if the "merchandise" has changed?

Unique...interesting...bargains...fun-filled...however you perceive flea markets they have most certainly become an unlikely summer tradition.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Reminiscent of the 4th of July

I know the 4th of July has officially come and gone - I hope you all enjoyed yourselves and found some time to relax - but when I passed this Willow Tree all I could think about was the recent holiday . In the wake of the many fireworks displays I witnessed over the long weekend, I thought this would be a perfect photo to share with everyone.

Everyone always has a "favorite" firework either based upon color, design, size, or even the noise made. My favorite has always been the "one that looks like a Willow tree"! You know which ones I mean, right? I am not alone in this idea; the other night I was sitting in my beach chair watching the color-filled spectacle and overheard a woman say, "that looks just like a Willow tree" - and her friend agreed! This particular firework look so peaceful. It is not one that makes a large boom or explodes over several stages; rather, the Willow fireworks explode and fall gracefully from the sky, much like the branches of a tree. They are an enjoyable contrast to the pyrotechnics that look and sound like a rapid fire machine gun! During any 4th of July display, when I see one of the "Willow trees" I feel like it is an opportunity to catch my breath for the craziness that will come next.

So, blame it on a desire to continue the fun from an exciting holiday weekend, but I cannot help pass a Willow tree and think of my "favorite" part of any fireworks display.

What is your favorite part of the 4th of July fireworks?

How do you feel about the "Willow trees"?

Is there anything that you have seen the past few days that stir lingering memories from the holiday?

I would be remiss if I did not say that I have always enjoyed Willow trees themselves for their stately presence. These trees have a way of creating a peaceful, relaxing environment no matter where they are rooted. I can always picture a group of people gathered beneath the branches enjoying a nice picnic, or someone resting against the large trunk reading a good book. Even if a Willow tree is not the tallest out of a bunch it always seems to draw my attention first.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Floating Along

Yes, there seems to be a continuing theme of water the last few weeks - but it is summer, after all, so this unintentional repetition seems appropriate!

I will admit, this photo was not even my idea but rather a request from my "traveling companion" for the day. I figured, "cute picture with some ducks floating along" but after a second look I realized there is so much more! Each duck is doing something different, much like you would see if a group of people walked by, indicative of its own "personality". The middle two ducks have their heads under water - either trying to cool off from the heat that seemed to stifle the air that afternoon or just hide from the camera. (How many times do people try to hide from the camera, making he/she look more ridiculous than before?) The next duck in line appears to be doing its own thing without a care in the world. He/she could be taking a different approach to cooling off - exert as little energy as possible. The last group of three seems to be simply following along at a much slower pace, possibly enjoying the scenery a little more.

When I took this picture, I was so wrapped up in trying to avoid the sun (which was almost impossible to do) and making sure the "subject was framed properly" that I paid little attention to what my "subject" was doing. Looking back at the photo allowed me an opportunity to see each duck separately and recognize its uniqueness: some ducks flap their wings in the water, while others bury their whole body under water with just a tail sticking out; some choose to waddle along the rocks and sand, while others appear to be "running" as their webbed feet flail beneath the water. Each one of them has a different way of doing things and much like "people watching" it's fun to see what a particular duck might do next.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Filling in the Blank...

Does any part of this photo look familiar? Hopefully it fills in the missing piece from last week - the rest of the lake! As I thought more about the close-up image that I shared, I figured maybe I should post a picture of the whole lake - maybe people would be interested in taking a look.

As you can see, a large portion of the water is covered by what will soon be white lilies; they spread well beyond the corner you were able to see last week.

I mentioned previously how I spent quite a bit of time on the water's edge taking pictures because I thought the view was so amazing. Every direction I turned I found another image worthy of being captured in a photo. I enjoyed how reflective the water was - it looked as though the surface had been replaced with a huge mirror. The few minutes I spent taking pictures rejuvenated me, reminding me why I chose this profession: I always loved finding an amazing site to videotape and then share with others. Sometimes you get so overloaded with work that even if you love your job it still feels like "work". At that moment there was no "work" involved....I was loving every minute and every picture that I took.

I stood there thinking how fantastic it would be to wake up everyday, look out your window, and find a similar, amazing view. Imagine how quickly my video archive or photo album would be filled up? I would have enough fill the blog for an entire year!

So what do you think?

Did this lily-filled body of water live up to its expectations?

All I have to do is look at the stack of pictures I took and know that it did for me.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's your?

Maybe a Little Too Close?

Are you grossed out? I hope not, because the lake at which this picture was taken was absolutely beautiful. As I drove by one day on my way to a shoot, I was absolutely mesmerized. Unfortunately, I did not have time to stop since I had to be at my shoot, but as I passed by on the way home the sun was still in a great position, with the lake as peaceful as earlier in the day! After telling you how beautiful the lake looked why choose a close-up picture of the lily pads and algae? Well, from far away you would miss the details you are able to enjoy in this photo...and yes, I mean the algae intertwined with the lilies! I'll let you use your imagination for the rest of the lake.

I stood on the lake shore amazed at everything that was living and growing under the water. Lilly pads always seem to intrigue me because they just sit so peacefully on the surface. What are they attached to? How does something grow without anything solid underneath? As you can see, the water was full of pads, but unfortunately, they were not all blooming yet. I have a feeling in a few weeks the lake will be full of gentle, white flowers.

My attention eventually turned to the algae. Normally, I would associate "funky green stuff" with nasty, brown water but not that sunny, Spring day. Never have I actually stopped and taken a picture of how the unusual organism seems to twist around everything within its reach. Something must have been in the air that day to make me take picture after picture. Maybe it was the sun beating down on the water...maybe the fact that the workday was nearing completion...or maybe, I just suddenly had a new appreciation for algae. Imagine the strength of this green growth to be so tightly secured around a tree branch; or the thickness to prevent any of the lilies from growing up through the middle (well, except that one!?!?). Isn't nature amazing sometimes!

After nearly 20 minutes I forced myself to put the camera away and head back to my car for the trip home. I was not reluctant to go home, I was disappointed to leave the water's edge and the peacefulness of everything that seemed to be growing beyond the surface.

Are you still grossed out? Hopefully not, but if you are let me know and I will try to stay away from "funky green stuff" next time.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

The day I took this picture was absolutely beautiful...just look at the clear blue sky! You would never know it, but this corn field is just ten feet from a major two-lane road, where hundreds of cars travel everyday. I don't drive past everyday but at least two or three times a week; and every time I do I am looking for one thing: deer!

For years, deer have been known to graze through this field and then wander up to the hill in the background to settle in for the night. The amazing thing is, right across the street is a big strip mall with an even bigger one a quarter of a mile up the road!

The first time I saw deer in the field was about 15 years ago and I could not believe it. I figured it was a one-time occurrence, that the animals had somehow wondered the wrong way and wound up so close to the road. Then a few weeks later I saw them (or their friends perhaps!!!) again, but this time there was more. At this point I said to myself, "How could there be that many deer living in this area with so many stores, houses, and traffic close by?" I was informed that deer, apparently, do not need much room to survive and the little hill beyond the clearing would be plenty for a herd.

So after that day, a "tradition" began...I could not drive by this field without taking a quick look to see if there were any deer roaming around. Over the years, the number has increased and you can sometimes see upwards of 20 or 30 at a time. Now I know, this particular day I was not able to capture any of the animals snacking on the young corn (I don't even know - do deer eat corn?) but just imagine for a second a tiny doe prancing across the open space.

Is there something in your neighborhood or along your commute that just seems out of place?

Do you ever wonder how it got there in the first place?

I would guess that these herds of deer are remnants from a time when there were no strip malls or houses in this particular neighborhood - when animals of all kinds had free reign. Somehow, these "natives" have been able to adapt and hold on...in the meantime I enjoy the one out of ten times that I glance over at the field and see a lone deer making its way back towards the trees.

That's the Golden Perspective...what yours?

I don't know about you, but it is not everyday that I see a giant cow on the side of the road. (Although, when I told an acquaintance about the "cow spotting" she replied, 'Oh, that thing, I see it all of the time'.") For me, this sight was a rarity and I felt worthy of sharing. Plus, this cow was seriously almost two stories high!

With the summer season un-officially begun, the time of year for fun and carefree are upon us. How much more fun can you get than a behemoth cow beckoning passersby into a local drive-in? Is anyone else thoroughly entertained, or is it just me? The day I spotted the giant cow I was a bit frazzled and desperate for something to lighten the mood. It was one of those days when I did not feel like working and was trying to garner some enthusiasm for what lay ahead...then I drove by this cow! I started laughing hysterically and immediately pulled over to send a picture to some family members (so yes, this photo isn't entirely new to everyone!!?!)

I cannot profess any aesthetic purpose for this photo or speak much of it's composition...but that's O.K. My intention for sharing the picture was to put a smile on your face and have you say, "I wish I could pass a giant, plastic cow on the side of the road!" Sometimes you need to put aside all of the formality of work and revel in the absurdities of everyday life. One stressful morning that is exactly what I did: I was in need of a distraction and most certainly found it a giant bovine.

What kind of crazy stuff have you ever passed on the side of the road?

If you didn't stop, how tempted were you to pull over a snag a picture?

Don't ever pass up a great photo opp because it might seem too silly!

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

A Green Maze

How cool is this garden? From the sampling of color to the symmetry, everything about this room was amazing. It stinks that I couldn't actually walk around...this particular location kept "visitors" at bay and did not allow anyone to move throughout this maze of bushes. When I came across this green landscape I wished I had a book, could find an empty corner, and relax for a few hours. Unfortunately, I was not able to do any of those things...but I could dream!

As I stood at the "fence" I was thinking how awesome this display would look in my backyard. I would love to be able to get up on a warm summer morning, walk outside, and enjoy this beautiful view over some breakfast. I could maybe do without the statues that are hiding in the back amongst the trees, but otherwise I would definitely enjoy having everything else five feet from my kitchen window.

I think there is a calmness that this garden creates. The light colored flowers - don't ask me what they are...does anyone know? - mixed in with the low-lying bushes don't intimidate onlookers but rather welcome them. The tiny paths seemed very inviting, enticing me to walk around and explore the landscaping up close. Finally, there didn't seem to be any sharp angles or turns, everything was very smooth and gradual...very peaceful.

I would be lying if I didn't say I felt like I was in a movie - no specific titles came to mind, but this scene just felt like something you would see in a fictional world.

Any suggestions?

Does a specific movie come to mind when looking at this garden?

I was picturing a film that takes place in Europe or on some sweeping estate (which I don't own and could be a good reason why this is not in my backyard!!?). Can't you just picture dignitaries walking up these paths with a cocktail, or the ladies in long flowing dresses with parasols overhead to protect against the sun's rays? Perhaps a small band or a piano in the back - taking the place of the statues - playing some quiet melodies, while the birds chirp overhead...

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Prep Time...

Right before a shoot I always take a few minutes to get focused. I try to put aside whatever business I was dealing with earlier in the day and think about the world in which I am about to become immersed. Recently, I had the opportunity to do my "preparation" over dinner at this restaurant - and what a great choice!

The restaurant had an indoor bar atmosphere and then an outside "garden patio" area. I positioned myself right between the two so I could enjoy both settings. As you could probably guess from the picture, I liked the outside scenery better. The inside bar was full of people who most likely had just left work and had stopped in for a quick cocktail to help unwind from a long day at the office. Others were probably locals who decided to join their significant other for an early dinner on a beautiful spring afternoon - yes, this happened to be a day when it actually felt like spring! The room was filled with a low hum of activity, while in contrast the outdoor patio was empty and quiet.

The patio was long and narrow, lined by picnic tables, which fit the style of the restaurant. At the far end was the "grill" where I purchased a fantastic sandwich. As I sat and ate my dinner just feet from the doorway I felt like I had the best of both rooms. I was able to watch the setting sun move from one window to the next, then turn to my left and see another couple position themselves at the bar for the beginning of "happy hour". After another bite of my sandwich I sat and looked at the aged brick walls, wondering what used to be housed inside of them - or was it always this neighborhood restaurant?

With all of this back and forth between rooms you're probably wondering when or how I ever prepared for my shoot. Well, in a way the hustle of inside and the calmness of the patio provided just the right mix: I was entertained enough to forget about all of past craziness and focus on my next job!

How do you prepare for something big?

Do you have to find that right balance between crowded and quiet?

How often, throughout the day, do you wish you could escape to someplace like this restaurant?

Sometimes the best prep time comes in the most unlikely place...

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Traveling Far Away...

I wanted to share this picture for the simple fact that I really like it and feel it is one of those pictures that can take you far away from where you are right now! When I was standing in this garden taking the photo I commented, "I feel like I'm in Holland". Everywhere I turned I saw tulips - yes, those are tulips behind the daffodils. The sight was absolutely beautiful! Now, I have never been to the Netherlands but I have seen pictures and with a little imagination this field of flowers transported me across the Atlantic Ocean! The tulips were not the only thing that stirred my imagination...and the excitement did not end once I headed home.

The smell of the garden was just as important as the flowers themselves: each flower and bush had its own unique scent which filled the air everywhere I walked. Looking at the photo I am reminded of those smells. I am reminded of the feeling I had walking up the path; a feeling of attending church on a bright, spring morning when the building is full of lilies, daffodils, and other seasonal flowers.

I can take another look at the photo and still feel the light breeze that was gently blowing the flowers and trees that afternoon. Suddenly, I am once again standing on the same path. Even though the breeze is warm, I am provided a little relief from the sun beating down on my face. At this point, I am taken away from this particular garden to a field where the same flowers grow wild; a field where little critters can be seen scurrying around, and there is a tree off in the distance that provides even more relief than the breeze.

I love this picture because I can look back and for a few moments I can imagine myself traveling to someplace real or someplace that exists only in my imagination! I can even travel back to the time when I actually took the photo and relive that wonderful, spring afternoon.

Is there someplace this scenery reminds you of?

If you close your eyes, where do you imagine yourself?

Whatever it is or wherever you travel does not have to be the same all of the time. Each time you look at a picture or video different memories and images can be conjured up - which allows for more adventure.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Recycled Art

Admittedly, I am not usually one for abstract art...but this display was fantastic! Unfortunately, I did not have as much time to look as I would have wanted because I was walking to a shoot and had to move-on quickly. I have to say right up front that my favorite part is the "person" standing to left of, what I would assume, is its creation.

After looking at this display for a few minutes I only came up with one idea of what it all means...but that's O.K. I think if I had more time, as I mentioned, I could have interpreted a little more. To me, this guy (yes, I'm just going to call it a "guy") seemed like a street vendor displaying his wares. Hidden amongst everything is a clock, valves, pipes, and other useful metal objects.

I got a feeling the artist intended for this piece to be fun and creative, which is why I think it appeals to my senses. I love how pieces of old steel and metal, that originally had other uses, were joined together to form something unique - it's almost recycling to the extreme. How often do you see a person made out of rebar? The clock toward the center of the picture has an actual clock face, but is housed possibly in material from other time devices. And is that a helmet down toward the bottom? I love how the person who created this conglomerate looked at a simple piece of metal but saw a whole different world...

Since this display of craftiness is on the side of a building, along a somewhat busy street, the rustic style is appropriate. If this piece was on display in a museum I honestly don't think I would have enjoyed it as much - it would have seemed unnatural. The fact that I turned the corner and there this "person" stood, proudly displaying his wares, is what makes the artwork fun. Whenever you find something in an unusual place you stop and take a second look. At the same time an object outside of its natural environment makes me step outside of my world; thereby also finding enjoyment in an unlikely situation.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Striking Curves...

Recently, I had the opportunity to videotape at a classic car show and was mesmerized by what was on display. There was cars spanning, literally, seven decades - including this eye-catching Plymouth. Aside from its striking, black finish this car caught my attention because of the endless supply of curves that formed its vintage frame. I couldn't find one straight line anywhere on the body! The front grill was my favorite aspect out of the entire car.

There was a number of characteristics that attracted me to this section of the car. For starters the symmetry - I loved the alternating black and chrome lines that formed the grill itself; they seemed to curve around without ever ending...

I also loved how the car frame itself seemed to slowly descend to the ground, forming little domes that were each lower than the one before. These domes looked more like bubbles that somehow came together to form this unique and stunning car.

Simplicity - another aspect of the classic Plymouth that I loved and an element that inspired this picture. To me the front grill was so simple and appeared to be designed with something in mind that is loved by everyone: repetition. There is a comfort and attraction to repetition and this front grill is one repeating curve after another! There aren't a lot of crazy or bold angles; no large ornamentation to distract an observer; just the simple combination of the black and chrome over and over again. I love it!

What amazed me even more is that I would not consider myself an auto expert; I don't study cars or frequently attend car shows, yet I was still captivated by this sleek sedan. I couldn't tell you what was under the hood or at what speed this car topped out; all I can tell you is that when I saw this black beacon, which seemed to be reflecting everything in the room, I had to capture a picture.

What catches your attention about this car?

What does it make you think about?

All I could say was "striking curves".

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

A Long Way From the Expected

I thought this was such a cool looking church - almost European in style! One day I decided to take the scenic route to my shoot and passed this in a little town along the Delaware River. There is no chance at all to miss this unique building because it sits literally five feet from the road. In fact, I had to stand in the middle of one lane just to be able to take this picture.

I stood for a few minutes admiring the detail because it truly is like no other church I have ever seen before. The painted woodwork visible on the towers is a theme seen all over the building: around the windows, doors, and on every peak. I felt like I was staring at a picture which suddenly came to life - a picture of a church in some small European village. I could just see this building nestled up against sharp mountains with a sprawling green meadow and bed of flowers reaching out from its front door...the kind of church local residents walk to for weekly service, and then congregate in front of before heading their own way for another seven days - can't you just picture everyone standing around on a beautiful sunny day?...I almost forgot I was actually in eastern Pennsylvania and not Europe.

What do you think:

- of what region, state, country does this architecture remind you?

- what inspired this type of building in eastern PA?

- what part of the building is your favorite; what would you love to see a "close-up" of?

As I stood a little longer, I started to think how the building looked like a big cottage, a home where every guest is welcome! Unfortunately, time did not allow me to explore the inside of the church (assuming the door would have been open in the first place!) but I did a pretty good job of picturing the interior. Maybe someday I can venture back and see where my imagination takes me the second time.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?

Amidst the Choas

One recent day in New York City - and despite the ice forming on the water it truly was just a few weeks ago - I snagged this picture walking through Central Park. Every so often I succumb to the "inner tourist" and take a bunch of pictures while walking through New York. With so many amazing sites all around you - from architecture to history to culture - it is impossible to not take a handful of pictures.

This picture I wanted to share because no matter how much time I spend in the park, I always love the fact that you get "lost" amidst the trees and "nature" (and yes, I use those terms very loosely) while being surrounded by buildings that seem to continually reach higher toward the sky. I think it creates the perfect contrast! Visitors to the park have the opportunity to experience the resiliency of nature, since beautiful trees and flowers grow strong just a few hundred feet away from cars rushing up and down 5th Avenue or Central Park West.

As I stood on a bridge taking this picture I marveled at the calmness I felt - despite my dynamic surroundings outside the park. I felt as though I stepped into this solitary world (aside from my friend standing next to me) and was able to see what the city is like without all of the commotion. It's as if, for a moment, all the cars and pedestrians had stopped and I was afforded an honest look at the beauty New York City has to offer - beauty in the way so many different worlds collide to form one unique city.

That's the Golden Perspective...what's yours?