I shot these on Friday night, June 3, 2016. The reservoir is just a short walk behind my building complex. The last time I went out to take pictures on the reservoir was maybe 2013 or 2014. It is a really, quiet place. I feel spiritually connected there because I am in nature, and it reminds me of walks I once took with my father around our first family home.

I took these photos at 8:30PM, with no flash. I did my best to work with the natural light as the sun set. All of the photos seem to have a misty, ethereal look.

 

This was such an interesting set of large pipes. I wondered why they were there, and what they were used for. Were they extra pipes that did not get used? or were they once used and then cast aside? Objects, like people, have stories buried deep within their many different parts. Parts of these pipes pop out of the foliage asking to get noticed. Asking to have a conversation about their past.

There are lots of levels and curved lines in this photograph. I took it, looked at it, and word “cantilever,” came to mind. I’m not sure if it is the right word, but it is what came up. The foreground seems to echo the background in such an oddly complementary way.

During my initial trek back to the reservoir, I could not believe how large and expansive it was. This is  just one shot of many in which I try to use the flora to frame the water.

Again, this is another attempt to create a container for the water, which feels like it goes on forever. The back tree line and foreground wild grasses and flowers serve as the frame.

I love a good closeup. I could resist these wildflowers that were strewn along the paths. There are hints of brown twigs that show as a lavender due to the diminishing sun light. A simple shot that becomes more complex the longer you look at it.

With photography there is always an element of luck involved, which is why I find it exciting. This building is not all that interesting, but in this light it is a thing of suburban, industrial beauty. Once a thrift shop for Wonder Bread and Hostess, the building is currently empty. The lines that run across the front facade and down the long, left side are extraordinarily compelling. The white front facade provides a blank canvas for the setting sun to paint its final strokes of the day.

Click to the right and head over to Flickr to see larger sizes of the images included in this post, and other photographs I took during yesterday’s nature walk.