I don’t fancy myself as much of a photographer.  When the light is right most anything can happen I have found.  Be it a photo on a bridge over a train track in the morning at JUST the right time in Harrison County or as a pink hue is falling over the water on the sound side of Topsail Island and some of that light manages to find a few of those clouds adrift at our urging over the ocean shore, the light makes it for me.  Edward Hopper is testament to that.

On a walk yesterday I found the light to be quite nice for taking a few shots.

I know how fleeting this fall season can be.  These beautiful trees and the colors they radiate will be a legion of twigs in a few short weeks.

For now, I will just enjoy it.

My dear wife, Carrie, joined me as I was on the way back to the house from the regular walking trail.  We decided to head to the corn field behind the house and then a little farther down to a nice place to photograph on the Blue River.

This corn has to come down soon.  I am a bit corn-shocked that it has lasted this long really.

I thought of Pete Rutherford when I took this one.  We used to “ground corn!” on the road.  It dealt with a sudden sturdy application of a car’s brake pedal atop field corn kernels that accumulated on the road near a field.  How can I articulate this goofy act into sophisticated verbiage?  Well, I just tried. I feel unsuccessful at it.

For Pete, GROUND CORN!

Of course the deer around here outnumber the people largely.  Carrie and I had a couple of them grunting at us last week.  We were in their space and they wanted us to clear out.  We acquiesced in time.

Blue River is down.  But very lovely nonetheless.  Looking South.

Looking North.

Mark Twain said that golf is a good walk spoiled, didn’t he?

This walk was not spoiled for us.

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson