Winter Pond Reflection

Wetlands near Savannah, Georgia  © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved 
(Velvia slide film)


Our Lowcountry has many wetlands with still waters ideal for photographing reflections and their eye-catching patterns and shapes. This image was made in the Savannah River floodplain near the border of Georgia and South Carolina. Although you're not likely to see narwhals and belugas here, you might see a yellow-bellied cooter. And, although you're not likely to see puffins and kittiwakes, you might see a red-bellied woodpecker. By now, you may have noticed many of our native wildlife species have multi-colored bellies. There's an easy explanation. The food they eat contains a rainbow of colored dyes to make its appearance more alluring, more appetizing. So, it's not beyond the realm of possibility that one day you might also see a mauve-bellied mockingbird, a fuchsia-bellied fox squirrel, a peach-bellied possum, or a spumoni-bellied skink.

IT'S SPRINGTIME IN CHARLESTON!!!

Washington Park, Charleston, SC  © Doug Hickok


Just kidding...
really it's SNOWING!

Later That Same Day...

Love Rays  © Doug Hickok



Love beams radiate from the Holy Family
 with an aim to heal all that ails the Earth.

Christmas in a Nutshell

Nativity from Rottenburg, Germany  © Doug Hickok



Merry Christmas,
and may "God bless us, every one!"

Follow the Yule Tide Road

Cades Cove, Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Tennessee  © Doug Hickok

"Over the hillocks and through the woods,
to Park Ranger's house we go,
hurrah for the fun! are the acorns done?
hurrah for the camp fire glow!"... tra la la, etc.
It's that time of year to gather with family and friends, and park naturalists, and bears, and be at one with a little eggnog, a little Yule log, a little cove fog, and a lot of good cheer. And don't forget to bring the rum.

Shadow Play of the Gate Scroll

Saint Michael's Church, Charleston, SC  © Doug Hickok

The historic district of Charleston is noted for its abundance of beautiful ironwork, from old church gates, to window grills and graveyard fences. It's a significant aspect of the city's charm. Photographically, I'm often attracted to the interplay of light and shadow, and Charleston's ornate ironwork offers plenty of opportunities to capture these kinds of lighting effects. In this image, the shadow of a scroll from an 18th century gate is cast upon a stuccoed column of Saint Michael's Church. The bluish tint in the shadow is reflected color from a bright, cloudless sky, and lends a pleasant touch to the photo's overall mood. But it would not last. Moments later, the shadow's form had completely changed because of the quickly moving light. Similar to animated puppets in a Chinese shadow play, nothing stays the same for long.

From the Archives - Bridge Wednesday

Somesville, Maine  © Doug Hickok


Today is bridge Wednesday, the bridge signifying a span between the beginning and end of the work week. Some folks call it "hump day".  To others, it's the day in the middle of the week where they can see the light at the end of the tunnel (woo who!). If you look closely at this photo, just under the bridge, in the shadows, is a small troll. You can barely see him. He's difficult to spot because he's a little shy. See, just there. It's a local custom for people crossing the bridge to toss a few coins in the water, a simple gesture of appreciation, since the troll takes care of the town's best know landmark.
That's why they call it a troll bridge.

From the Archives - When Really in Rome...

Piazza del Popolo, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok

Borga District, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok

Ponte District, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok

Borga District, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok

Ripa District, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok

Near The Vatican, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok

Borga District, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok

Esquilino, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok

Colosseum, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok

Near Piazza Navona, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok

Santa Maria Maggiore, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok


... do as the Romans really do, drive really neat, really really colorful, really really really small cars. And park next to really really really really cool places. And drink espresso. Really.

The Eyes Have It

Tall Ship's Sail, Charleston, SC  © Doug Hickok

While strolling along the wharf where the tall ships dock, something suddenly caught my eye. I looked up and set eyes upon the eye-catching eye of a one-eyed sail. In my mind's eye, I thought to myself, in the twinkling of an eye, "Oh, My eye! Are you making an eye at me?" While staring eye to eye with the all seeing eye, I shouted, "Mind your eye, you!" But thinking further I wondered if there was more to this eye in the wind than met the eye. I was up to my eyes in doubt. Maybe this wasn't a one-eyed sail, but one of the one-eyed beings of lore. Could it be a cyclops? A Polyphemus perhaps? The eye of Ra even? But of course that was a silly idea. That could be no more possible than a camel passing through the eye of a needle. "Do you take me for a fool?" I muttered. "Do you see any green in my eyes?" Having an eye to the future, I turned a blind eye from that eye in the sky, and moved away in a blink of an eye, keeping my eyes pealed for other evil-eyed things. Without batting an eye, I thought to myself, "This eye-opening episode has certainly been an eye-popping ordeal". And with a wink of an eye and a laugh, I cried aloud, "Aye, Aye!"

From the Archives - The Dragon of Krakow

Florianska Street, Krakow, Poland  © Doug Hickok


There was a time, long ago, when we dragons ruled the Earth. We dominated the skies with fire and dread. We filled the imagination of men with fear and awe. We were the very stuff of legend and myth. Our magical blood was sought after for its protection against harm, and our teeth were sown like seeds to incite war and chaos. But as time passed so too did our power and prestige, due to the emergence of dragon slayers, like Beowulf, Siegfried, St. George, and Bard the Bowman. Woeful now are the days of dragons, for we are barely remembered, relegated to the roles of cartoon characters, fantasy games, tattoos, or worse. None is a better example of our fall than the Dragon of Krakow. Smok was his name. He dwelt in a cave under Wawel Hill, and ravaged the countryside, but was finally subdued by the wit of a shoemaker's apprentice. Today the unfortunate dragon wanders the streets of Krakow, a shadow of his former self, scorned or ignored, a lonely and broken creature. Woeful now are the days of dragons. Woeful now indeed. 

From the Archives - Poof!

Vaporetto Ramp, Grand Canal, Venice, Italy  © Doug Hickok


Since no cars are permitted in the city of Venice, the best way to travel from place to place, other than walking the streets, alleyways and bridges, is riding the waterways on public transportation, known as the canal bus or vaporetto. Vaporettos make stops to pick-up passengers at vaporetto ramps, which are like bus stops, strategically located along the canals of Venice. When the vaporetto pulls-up, you just walk down the ramp and hop on. Vaporetto means "steamship" in Italian, but it may also mean "to vanish in a vapor", much like what happened to planet Earth in A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Poof! Vaporetto! And much like what happened to the passengers waiting on this ramp just moments before I snapped this picture. Poof! Vaporetto! Probably the handy work of Vogons.

Tis the Season

Holiday Lights Abstract, Charleston, SC  © Doug Hickok


Wagging the camera in front of holiday lights.

(See November 26th blog entry for wagging the camera tutorial)

From the Archives - Ship Harbor

Ship Harbor Nature Trail, Acadia National Park, Maine  © Doug Hickok

If you seek a wild, rugged coastal landscape, there is no other on the eastern seaboard like that of Acadia National Park on Maine's Mount Desert Island. Small in size but great in beauty, Acadia offers a wilderness-like experience within a day's drive from many major metropolitan areas in the eastern United States. About 30 minutes from the hustle and bustle of Bar Harbor, the island's tourist center, is Ship Harbor Nature Trail, an easy leg stretcher that introduces visitors to the natural wonders of Acadia. Quiet secluded coves, cool dark forests, and wild rocky coastlines with remarkable views of the vast Atlantic Ocean are all accessible along the roughly one mile trail. In this photo one can almost hear the haunting calls of a solitary loon echoing from the misty cove.

A Dickensian Sunrise

East Battery, Charleston, SC  © Doug Hickok


A Tale of Two Moments

It was the worst of times. It was the best of times.
One moment, dawn was bitterly cold.
The next, so lovely to behold.
It was a far, far better thing for them to endure the worst,
for the best was a far, far better thing
 than they had ever known.

The End

The Sultans of Swat

Vintage Posters, City Market, Charleston, SC  © Doug Hickok


Charleston's City Market has been offering goods for sale since the 1830's. Back then it was fresh seafood, meat and produce which Charlestonians shopped for to supply their kitchens. Today the City Market supplies merchandise mainly for shopping tourists. They can find local hand crafts, artwork and collectables, like these vintage posters. Displayed above are icons of the pop/rock music world... The Beatles, The Doors, Elvis, The Rolling Stones and Babe Ruth. Yes, George Herman Ruth! 
Babe and the Sultans of Swat had a brief but mercurial career rocking-out ball parks across America. Where ever they played, their unique blend of hard-driving heartland rock and Big Apple blues made them an instant smash. Many of their songs became memorable hits, and a few went on to become what some in the music business call "home runs".  Oldies but goodies like "I'm Roundin' Third and Headed Home to You, Hunny", "Tootse, You're My Divin' Catch", "High and Tight", "You Send Me Up Like a Pop-Fly", "Ain't No Way I'm Stealin' For You" , "Whiffed on Love", "My Heart Got Dinged by Your Curveball Baby", "Bad Case of Blooper Blues", "Called Out Lookin' for Love", "You Ain't Nothin' But a Sandlot Slugger", "Good Bunting Gone Bad", "Swingin' for the Fences" and their hall of fame hit, their multi-platinum single, "All You Need is Glove". Tragically their run at legend would end with a strikeout. Their sudden and dramatic downfall occurred when many of the band members succumbed to cola addiction.

Imagination Gone Wild

Ornate woodwork, Dock Street Theatre, Charleston, SC  © Doug Hickok

The oldest building designed as a theatre in America is not in New York, or Chicago, or San Francisco. Nor is it in Santa Fe, or Saint Augustine or Williamsburg. Nor is it in True or Consequences, or Kickapoo, or even South of the Border. It's here in Charleston at the Dock Street Theatre. Last year, when I worked on a photo shoot for the Spoleto Festival USA ticket brochure, I came across this interesting detail of decorative woodwork on a door frame at the Dock Street Theatre. The theatre was nearing completion after a long period of renovation, and final touches were being made to much of the ornate interior. There were so many wonderful close-ups like this one that caught my eye. My imagination tends to get the best of me sometimes, but when I look at this photo I see a face, a sort of whimsical, fantastic face that might belong to a Cirque du Soleil character. I thought of them because of their blend of wild imagination and stunning theatrical production.

Charleston Saves Western Civilization

Old Exchange, Charleston, SC  © Doug Hickok

The Old Exchange was the last public building the British erected in Charleston before the American Revolutionary War. More importantly, it was here where local patriots ratified the US Constitution, making the Old Exchange one of the few nationally significant colonial sites of its kind still standing today.
It was also near here where the last sighting in North America was of Genghis Khan, great lord and master of the Mongol Empire. He and his invading armies had swept across the steppes of Central Asia from Mongolia and were driving into Europe, vanquishing in their path city after city after city. Then, needing a break from all the vanquishing, Genghis Khan booked a pleasure cruise to Charleston, where he refreshed himself amid the city's Southern charm and sophistication. He spent ample time strolling along the Battery promenade, taking in the sea breeze, and indulging his sweet tooth with lavish helpings of key lime pie. Thus was Charleston the real reason Western Civilization was spared the wrath of the Great Khan.

Mystery Photo

Mystery  © Doug Hickok




Crinkled aluminum foil
or
Chaos theory in action?




Jackson Pollock abstract
or
Hubble shot of an exploding supernova?




Doodling pad of a chimpanzee
or
US Tax Code?




Shrimp boat reflections in a creek
or
Cosmic echo from the Big Bang?




Dime store kaleidoscope
or
Santa obscured by streamers in a NYC parade?




Pre-schooler scribbles
or
One of the merry pranks of Till Eulenspiegel?




Maze of snail trails on an artist's palette
or
Cross section of mineral rich rock from Timbuktu?




Atoms smashing in a particle accelerator
or
Lady Gaga's hairdo?




St Elmo's Fire
or
Jean-Michel Basquiat's graffiti art?




Mad Hatter's sketch book
or
Blueprint of the Minotaur's Labyrinth?




Sonogram of Jabberwocky speak
or
Where's Waldo?




Magnified view of a butterfly wing
or
Aerial view of the Painted Desert?




Poltergeist in the TV
or
What fish see?




Pharmaceutically inspired dream vision
or
Doug's brain wave pattern after chewing Gummy Bears?








Ummm, what do you think?

From the Archives - Finding Splendor: A Postscript

Dear Viewer,

     I'm writing this letter today to inform you the world is lit by splendor, a splendor of color, and line, and shape. Where ever you are now, take a minute to look around and see for yourself. (Go ahead, I'll wait). Sometimes splendor is easy to see. Sometimes not. It may not jump out and say "Look at me!" It may be disguised as the ordinary, the everyday, the mundane. And sometimes splendor is nothing tangible at all. Sometimes it's the ineffable sense of a place, or a fleeting moment of awareness. Or sometimes it's the feeling of something much larger than yourself.

     Below are 3 images from the Midwest that have nice color, line, and shape, and offer a glimpse of splendor. Enjoy!


Sincerely,
Doug

Old Blue Steps, Newport, Kentucky  © Doug Hickok

Old Silo, Harrison, Indiana  © Doug Hickok

Old Sign, Yellow Springs, Ohio  © Doug Hickok


Oh, I almost forgot to mention, If you're having trouble finding splendor, chew some Gummy Bears. It's the small things that help make a difference. 

From the Archives - The King of Early B-Boy

God of the Tiber, Capitoline Hill, Rome, Italy  © Doug Hickok


A legend from the dawn of Rome's founding tells of King Tiberinus, who drowned in what is know today as the Tiber River, which flowed near The Capitoline Hill, one of the Seven Hills of Rome. Jupiter, taking pity on the dead king, resurrected him as God of the Tiber, a personification of the river's life sustaining bounty.
Inspired by his new life, Tiberinus began a hip-hop group, the Society for the Promotion of a Qool Rome (SPQR), whose task it was to encourage certain avant-garde societal trends, the first of which was a fast growing dance craze known as breakdancing, or as the Romans called it "breaking" or "B-boying". Tiberinus was the king of early B-boy, regarded for his signature moves, such as the Hopping Turtle, the Romulus Airbaby, the Nutcracker, the Pretzel Hop and the Etruscan Munchmill.
In this photo the God of the Tiber is immortalized in travertine, likely finishing a sequence of power moves... a float, a glide and freezing in a slide. Remarkably, Tiberinus managed breaking all his moves in a toga while holding aloft his cornucopia. Now that's kicking it old school.