Figure 1 – Sylvia Wolf c 1936. Original by Littman Galleries, Bronx, NY. (c) DE Wolf 2016.

Today is Mother’s Day 2016, and I have been enjoying all of the old photographs that people are posting on social media. A lot of people nowadays object to the commercialism of these “artificial greeting card holidays,” but I think that the images that people are posting today is much more to the point and much more of what social media should be. There is value in stopping and thinking about the people who have shaped our lives – and really no one shapes your life like your mother.  In a narcissistic age it is worth realizing that the only person who cares more about you than you yourself is your mother. And for those of us whose mothers are gone there is the strange reality on some days when you have a desire to call your mother on the telephone and you suddenly realize that you cannot. It does not leave you with an empty feeling but rather one of bittersweet recognition that the connectivity of the generations exceeds and eclipses the shallow connections of the internet.

Newly hatched Canadian goose, Sudbury, MA (c) DE Wolf 2016.

I was busy yesterday morning, so I didn’t get out for my walk at the Wildlife Refuge until around 2 pm. To my amazement, and despite the midday hour, there was lots of wildlife to be seen. There were cedar waxwings and red-winged black birds. Down by the pond it was like a nature documentary. The tree swallows soar dexterously and gracefully over the lake. I saw a beaver, and four great blue herons were there to entertain.

What I had hoped for was newly hatched Canadian geese (Branta canadensis), and I wasn’t disappointed. There were clusters of them, I guess more accurately gaggles. swimming along with “proud parents,” if I am allowed to anthropomorphize. I watched one group cross the road and there was one straggler, who was distracted by peckable items in the mud and he seemed very sleepy. Mom and dad hit the water, but he just sat, as if snoozing in the middle of the path, which is where I photographed him. I was wondering what would happen next and also a bit worried about what would happen if I got between the birds and their baby. Finally the two adult birds started honking in unison. It was a different vocalization than the usual duck calls. Finally the little yellow fuzz ball realized that he become separated from the group and raced first across land and then water to rejoin his parents and siblings.

Canon T2i with EF100-400mm f/4.5-5.6L IS USM lens, ISO 1600, Aperture Priority AE Mode 1/4000th sec at F/7.1 with no exposure compensation.

Figure 1 – Escalator with bifocals.IPhone photograph, Natick, MA, (c) DE Wolf 2016.

I was thinking this morning that one of life’s greatest challenges is negotiating escalators, particularly down escalators, with bifocals. It is an issue of the age. It is a plain and simple issue of optics. There are all those parallel lines, metallic ridges, that seem almost intentionally designed to knock you off balance. I am always tentative about the first few steps and once I reach the first step of the right height, I just let kinesthetic memory click in. “Feets don’t fail me now!”

So this morning I thought that I would immortalize the subject with my IPhone. With the help of the “twirl” feature in Adobe Photoshop to replicate the psychological features, the result is shown in Figure 1. If you scroll up and down the image you should see a strobing of the image brought on by the phenomenon of aliasing.  I remain proudly upright.

Figure 1 – Tree bathed in a sunset light, Madison, Connecticut, (c) DE Wolf 2016.

I am always intrigued by what makes a picture a black and white vs. a color image. Case in point is the image of Figure 1. It raises memories. This week in Massachusetts is unseasonably chilly and rainy; so there is more than a certain appeal to a tree, not yet leafed out, but warmly bathed in a golden sunset.

I took this image about a month ago in Madison, Connecticut. I was struck at the time by the twist of limbs, by the texture of the bark, and, of course, by the warmth of the light. My immediate thoughts were of a black and white photograph, most probably with the warmth of the moment reintroduced with a sepia tone. But, as always, I played with it both ways, and in the end color won out. This is not only because of the color of the sunlight on the boughs, but also because of the subtle hues and shades of the background.

Canon T2i with EF70-200mm f/4L USM at 70 mm, ISO 1600, Aperture Priority AE Mode, 1/250th sec at f/11.0 with no exposure compensation.

Figure 1 – Pine needles, Assabet River Wildlife Refuge, Sudbury, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2016.

This evening I was revisiting some of the photographs that I have taken over the last few months – some processed others not. And I was led by the image of Figure 1 back to a “last of the winter’s snoe” walk that I had taken at the Assabet River Wildlife refuge. This was taken at a spot where the sun catches the needle of the young scrubby pines and they glisten in the light. One always has to remember that photography is about catching the light and, of course, seizing the moment.

So here I took on the challenge of rendering that golden moment into black and white, and I do mean black and white. I would have thought that to capture a warm golden light that I would have resorted to a sepia tine. But this image seemed to cry out for unalterred black and white. This eemed to best capture the the marvelous reflectivity of the pine needles.

Pines, in a sense, seem to defy both time and its seasons. They never shed there leaves and appear the same all year round. But you have only to witness the aged and denuded giant pines of the great blue heron rookery to realize that in the forest change is both wonderful and inevitable. Even the glacial features of the northern woods yield ultimately to these changes.

Canon T2i with EF70-200mm f/4L USM lens at 70 mm, ISO 1600, Aperture Priority AE Mode, 1/800th sec at f/7.1 with no exposure compensation.

Figure 1 – Great blue heron carrying fish back to its rookery. Assabet River Wildlife Refuge, Maynard, MA, April 24, 2016. (c) DE Wolf 2016.

It was another glorious spring morning today; so my friend Jane and I headed off again to the Wildlife Refuge. I had heard that there was a great blue heron (Ardea herodias) rookery to be seen, if I took a different path and sure enough at a distance were swamped tall pines on top of which were herons’ nests, and these nests each had a pair of the majestic birds. I amused myself for a while studying them through my camera, which serves as telescope in a pinch, even though the distance is too great for photographs. I know, because I have tried.

We then wandered back to the requisite path along the marsh in search of otters. We saw none. But the herons were in abundance and very active. I photographed the one of Figure 1 on the wing (always a challenge) and carrying a freshly caught fish back to the rookery. With on the wind photographs the trick is getting a bead on the bird long enough for autofocus to work. Or if that fails you can always trust to luck. This is a combination of the two strategies. Of course, the sharpness is not quite up to my standards. It never is!

Canon T2i with EF100-400mm f/4.5-5.6L IS USM lens at 330 mm, ISO 1600, Aperture Priority AE mode, 1/3200 sec at f/7.1 with no exposure compensation.