The Photographer Loves Trees

© Paul Mozell 2009

Old Hollow Oak Tree

Old Hollow Oak Tree

As a certified tree hugger I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve been photographing trees since I first held a camera. I think it was the free-form sculpture of the 1960’s and 70’s that I saw at New York City’s museums and galleries that taught me to admire trees for their shape and form. On this sultry, hot, nearly unbearable day in Massachusetts, when a walk of about two miles in the The Appleton Farms Grass Rides (Ipswich, MA) was the most I could muster, I made just one photograph.

With bright sun, strong shadows, and burn-out highlights on the oily leaves of the Continue reading

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Revealing The Covered Bridge: Pulling out the details of light and shadow

© Paul Mozell 2009

Why do we love covered bridges? Perhaps for the same reasons we love watching the ocean or a crackling fireplace. I’ve been over the Albany Covered Bridge which crosses the Swift River, slicing through the White Mountain National Forest, a hundred times. On this day, accompanied by my 7 year old assistant Molly Mozell, I took a few moments to plant my tripod on the ancient wooden timbers of this landmark, and took about 5 bracketed exposures of the interior of the span.

The Albany Covered Bridge over the Swift River

The Albany Covered Bridge over the Swift River

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Tri The Lake

Competitors in the first Burbank YMCA Tri-The-Lake Triathlon had to wade a long distance into Lake Quannapowitt in Wakefield, MA, before they could safely swim. Racers who continued to walk in the water, while others swam, had a slight advantage.

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After the Storm

After the StormOften the best photographs appear to you when the weather conditions are discouraging. On this stormy spring afternoon I had a sense that the strong winds and very dark skies would break open to reveal some magic light conditions. Continue reading

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“The Photographers” – a ballad

Sung to the tune of “Three Drunken Maidens” a traditional British ballad

© Grit Laskin – published with permission)

Early Saturday morning, while strolling in the wood
I chanced upon a lady who by the wayside stood
And what, pray tell, would such a lass as you be doing here?
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