This is a continuation of my attempt to capture some of the charm of Santa Fe, New Mexico, while avoiding the horde of tourists.
I do not know the actual title of this work of art that is in the open plaza area behind the Santa Fe Museum of Fine Art. I made this photograph from the street, shooting through an iron picket gate. I simply called it “Iron Man” for convenience, but I expect it has an official name given by the artist.
I’m again using artistic license to label this photo “Angst”, as I’m imagining hands on head below a threatening sky, but I’m sure this was not the artist’s intention.
This is the center of a red Hibiscus flower and the white center is actually yellow in the color version.
On the south side of Badlands National Park is the tiny town of Interior, South Dakota. I drove through this town a number of times during my September 2022 visit to the Badlands.
I found little of photographic interest in Interior, but there were a couple of small churches that I stopped by to photograph.
These two churches were within visual range of each other with the larger one being the first that I saw and then spotted the smaller one just down a side road from the larger one.
Indiana has much farmland and forest land, which is best observed along the country backroads.
Driving the backroads can lead to unexpected discoveries in the many small country communities.
Like this old school house adjacent to a cemetery. The weather was changing with clouds gathering, making for great sky in some images. I wanted to be sure to have the bell visible in a photograph, so I had to find the best place from which to shoot to achieve that. It would have been good to have had a higher place upon which to stand. There was a stump of an old tree nearby. I tried standing on the stump, but I could still not get the bell in a photo from that vantage point, so I had to settle for shooting standing on the ground from farther away than I wanted to shoot.
A community church shared a parking lot with the school. There were interesting storm clouds above the church, so I had to shoot that.
Continuing along the backroads, I took a gravel road through a portion of the Hoosier National Forest, stopping to shoot along the roadway.
I had passed a local walking up this road and I greeted him as I pulled my camera gear from my vehicle. We chatted for a few minutes and he revealed that he had relatives in the metropolitan area where I live. It is not unusual to discover such facts from random meeting such as this, which shows just how small our world can be. He continued his walk up the hill and I picked several spots from which to get Indiana backroad fall photographs. The walker came back down the hill and back up again at least one more time as I shot nearby.