This beautiful rose was basking in the afternoon light along the banks of the Tennessee River and was perfect for a “close up/macro” shot.
I have always been intrigued with the Walnut Street Bridge in Chattanooga, TN. Built in 1890, it was apparently the first non-military highway bridge across the Tennessee River. On a daily and nightly basis, it is now enjoyed as a walking bridge by thousands of Chattanooga natives and visitors. This photo was “shot with flash/speedlight” off camera with a red gel which turned the white railings red. My camera was set for a slow shutter speed; I placed a red gel on the flash and as the shutter remained open, I pressed the flash “test” button firing the flash multiple times as I walked along the rail. Although I also shot the scene with both a purple and blue gel, I liked the way it looked with the red gel best.
Chattanooga endured an excessive amount of rain during December, 2015 and it isn’t often that you see all of the Chickamauga Dam spillways open. On this evening just after 7:00 p.m., I was “on the river” with my camera and captured a long exposure which gave the turbulent waters beneath the dam a smooth, silky look. Alongside the river beginning at the Chickamauga Dam and stretching ten miles to downtown Chattanooga is a lighted and landscaped walkway dotted with picnic tables, fishing piers and public art, an example of which you’ll see in my photo.
I don’t normally get up early enough to see the “dawn’s light” but last Saturday morning, Mike yelled, “Get up and get your camera.” I have lived in my house on Signal Mountain since 1984 and never have I seen such a glorious sunrise. The sky was brilliant red when he awakened me but by the time I dressed, got out on the deck and set the camera, it had lessened somewhat.
I love exploring areas where I have never been and finding pieces of history. Early one August morning while in Chattanooga surrounded by thick fog, I was on Skull Island on the banks of the Tennessee River and discovered an old family cemetery surrounded by a broken down fence and a rusty, deteriorating gate. Barely visible on the gate was the name, Eva Norman. As I wandered around in the ankle-thick overgrowth, I found her headstone on which was etched her birth as 05/28/1854 and death as 10/31/1895. In researching the cemetery, I learned that it was relocated to Skull Island prior to TVA flooding its location in preparation for construction of the Chickamauga Dam. Many headstones contained birth/death dates in the 1800’s but many had not stood the test of time and the names and dates had disappeared long ago. I can only hope that one day a member of the Norman family will appear and give the cemetery back its dignity.
Construction began in 1969 on the Sequoyah Nuclear Plant, a nuclear power plant located 20 miles north of Chattanooga, abutting Chickamauga Lake, on the Tennessee River. The facility is owned and operated by the Tennessee Valley Authority (TVA). It is the most productive of TVA’s four nuclear plants and the second most powerful electric plant in the entire TVA system.
Sequoyah was Cherokee, reportedly born in Tuskegee, a town at the confluence of the Tellico River and Little Tennessee River, upriver of the nuclear power plant. He is known for creating the Cherokee syllabary circa 1820. Many Cherokee sites were flooded during the TVA’s construction of Tellico Dam (1967-1979). Naming the site after a local Native American Indian was considered a small political token to the Cherokee in compensation for the dam-flooding and destruction of their historic sites that TVA required to control flooding on the Tennessee River. REF: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sequoyah_Nuclear_Generating_Station
Definition of Fog: (noun) many small drops of water floating in the air above the ground, the sea, etc.
I feel fortunate to be able to call both Florida and Tennessee home. When I depart Florida for my Tennessee home, I can’t help but feel somewhat sad to leave the beautiful beaches and weather behind. When I reach my home in Tennessee, however, I am always happy when I look out my window and see the beautiful mountains and river, no matter what the weather is like. On this particular day, I stood on the deck and watched the boats as they made their way up and down the river as the heavy fog dissipated and it made me realize how much beauty is in the world.