I look at a photo like this and I see what appears to be poverty as well as wealth. With what appears to be all of her possessions in plastic bags, this woman stood alongside the sidewalk for a period of time looking towards the marina full of expensive boats and I couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts were running through her mind.
On a beautiful day last Fall, Mike and I were in Chattanooga and decided to drive to an area known as Fall Creek Falls. With tripod and camera gear in hand, we set out hiking up the side of the mountain. What a steep climb it was! Along the way, we passed several small waterfalls and being the tomboy I am, I elected to scoot down to the bottom of one of those smaller falls and photograph people as they were walking across a swinging bridge. Crossing that bridge seems pretty simple looking at it from the bottom up; however, when I began crossing it, I was in mortal fear. With each step I took, it would sway and bounce and with each step others took, it swayed and bounced even more. Once I reached the other side, the only thing I could think of was I had to cross it again coming back down. The hike up the mountain was brutal for both of us and we quickly realized how out of shape we were. When we actually arrived at the big Fall on top, we looked to our left only to see a large parking lot! Can you believe we hiked all the way up that mountain only to discover that we could have driven?
Have you ever just wanted to photograph a rock? For a long time, I have had a particular rock in mind to photograph so during our last visit to Chattanooga, I made a trip up Lookout Mountain in search of the Umbrella Rock. You might ask why would I want to photograph this particular rock and the answer is because about 1890 my Grandfather, George David McCallie, was photographed sitting on the rock when he was 18 years old. It was a famous rock and many people loved sitting on top of it to have their pictures made. The rock is still in place but has a fence around it now and access to it is not allowed. Below you will see the rock as it is today (I put my lens through the chainlink fence) and underneath is a copy of my Grandfather sitting at the base of the rock. In the late 1800’s and early 1900’s a popular thing was for entire families to climb on top via a ladder and have their pictures taken with their feet dangling off the sides.