Category Archives: Field and Farm
The first haying is underway around here, and this half-cut field caught my eye in the late afternoon light. If you take a close look, you might note this year’s resident perched atop the wren house in the foreground. The … Continue reading
Photo copyright 2017 by Marc Isolda I can imagine that all manner of beasts might live within the hollow.
Photo copyright 2017 by Marc Isolda A fellow photographer saw the fence line before I did and I stayed in the car. Still I had to get in my two cents worth — a sort of homage to Andrew Wyeth. … Continue reading
I was fascinated by the repetition of rooftop vents on this abandoned cow barn and the staunch, vine-covered chimney to the left. The decorative vent on the heating plant in the rear gave a churchlike aspect on this windswept winter day.
Photos copyright 2016 by Marc Isolda The storm clouds moved in, the wind kicked up and blew my umbrella insideout. Rain, lightning, then just as quickly the sun poked through. I knew there would be a rainbow. I turned around and sure enough … Continue reading
Photos copyright 2016 by Marc Isolda Out in a thunderstorm, I was hoping to capture some flashes of lightning, but the storm passed over too quickly, and I was left to watch as this majestic cloud rose out of the valley, … Continue reading
Photo copyright 2016 by Marc Isolda All the elements of clouds, sky and field conspired to make me stop in the midday heat to photograph. The clouds brushed across a sweeping sky like a gauze veil that softened the contrast just … Continue reading
Photo copyright 2016 by Marc Isolda The line of hay wagons on the hill in Roxbury was the work of an orderly farmer — or maybe he was just showing off for photographers like me.
Photo copyright 2016 by Marc Isolda Funny how sometimes minds do think alike — or in this case, they see alike. My eye was drawn to the patterns on the hillside and the rhythm of lines and textures in the wall and … Continue reading
Photo copyright 2016 by Marc Isolda The apples bobbing in a farm pond, clogged with autumn leaves in January, made me wonder why the fruit had gone unpicked and the raking neglected. What had happened to the people? The intricate patterns and warm colors inspired me to make … Continue reading