🌴 The other is a Patreon site, which seems to be settling into the idea of having 11 tiers for many good reasons. My original concept was to only use Patreon as home for The #ParkwaysProjects

Now it will exist in 3 modes: Here at #Bluesky at my Substack base and at Patreon. And on tomogburn.net 🪔

Until the landslide comes #TomOgburn #EastCoastKin #ArtYear #ParkwaysProjects #DigitalCollage #MountainMonday

There's 5 photos in this work. Composed to depict a realistic scene; it seems a desolation, but then became a National Park beloved by all.

4️⃣ ALT⬇️ &🧵 The other one maybe 1st on Substack 🤔

🦉And so it begins, not where it ended, but from where it began as a dream.

A sliver of space amid torrents of rain #TomOgburn #photography #JulianPriceMemorialPark #art #PhotographersOfBlueSky #KodakInstamatic
#ParkwaysProjects #EastCoastKin 🦋 #ArtYear #ArtMicroBurst🚀 4️⃣ALT⬇️ #BlueSkyArtShow #Dreams

"Until the landslide comes" #TomOgburn #EastCoastKin #ParkwaysProjects #DigitalCollage #Photography

#BlueSkyArtShow #Dream

They're 5 photos in this image. Composed to depict a realistic scene; it seems desolation. It was so, but then it became a National Park beloved by all.

Until Now ⬇️ #ALTtext

"A long shadow of a red leaf trapped," a raw photo while walking November 11th 2024, six days after the election. The next to last day I've walked since then, for three days later I learned of Bluesky. A single red leaf has fallen & caught, wind-curled over onto itself in the wide crack of a sidewalk. It's casting a long but frail shadow. The red leaf, left side of screen, stands apart from the grainy gray of the concrete sidewalk poured circa 1972. Not that long ago, probably around the time of another grayer election. On looking for photographs of documents I've been backing up on my iPhone this year, I found this quickly forgotten sequence of photographs, three groups of which were made before this past election of November 5th, 2024. On the morning of the 6th I walked about 12 miles around & around the neighborhood, sorting out thoughts while recording leaves on the streets & sidewalks. It was more of a way to clear my head. The same pattern followed on November 7th, then the 9th, 10th, 11th & finally the 14th although memory is prodding me that I transferred one sequence of shots from November 17th. On that day I was breaking away from doomscrolling. There is something about the frailty of leaves, the last gasp of which occurs in the fall as colors evade the reality of dying; when photosynthesis has ended. Soon they become flatter imprints upon the grain of tarmac & pavement. Embossed onto the concrete & sand. As thoughts also inevitably must do. On finding them again, I realized these recordings mark a ribbon of time consisting of 30 days. Omne trium perfectum failed in a great gasp & collapse. The substrate of concrete, asphalt & sand is a ground for watching flickering wisps of leaves erode away finally into one unobserved instance, the leavings as traceries of their veins along these streets.

🦉A long shadow of a red leaf trapped #TomOgburn #Photography #BlueskyArt #Skyart #BlueskyPhotography #Landscape #EastCoastKin #ArtYear #Bluesky🦋

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I've been going to Estes Park for one reason or another since 1979. This is a view from Prospect Mountain, high above the town proper, safe from flooding but not from fire. If I could have figured out a way to live there early on I would have, and in 2004, I almost did. A teaching position opened up at a college back East though, so I left there in August of 2004. I love this town. Resilience stems from Estes, in my imagination. Windswept pines over a hundred years old cling to the rocky outcroppings of Prospect Mountain. Two of them are framing the town of Estes Park below. Colors are all muted buffs, grays, and browns save for the tree in the foreground and the needles of the tree on the right. Those have deeper, richer greens and the bark is a strong deep reddish brown. MacGregor Ridge is in the far distance, about two miles away as the crow flies. From my notebooks; a post: "Between a fire just a few years ago which took out much of the historic district of Estes Park, and the recent massive flooding, the high mountain town has experienced much devastation . My best wishes and prayers to all my friends who are there, working to rebuild and to reclaim their land, homes, businesses, and hearts." ≈ to my friends in Estes Park, 2013

Nest over Estes #TomOgburn #America:Lost&Found #HybridWorks #Photography #BlueskyArt #Skyart #BlueskyPhotography #Landscape #Nature #DigitalCollage

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A photograph of a woman seated, working her fingers together as she pondered a conversation across a room. A room where she was sitting for a scene in which she was to be the personification of Peace, arguing with the personification of War, whom she’d grown up knowing since the dawn of Time. I began this particular piece about a week after I returned from Colorado early August, 2004. I had taught four classes as an adjunct for two semesters in Charleston, South Carolina. I’d been making art full time by then for just over ten years, after 17 years as an illustrator, graphic designer, then adding advertising and marketing while in Seattle for eight years. On returning to South Carolina from the Northwest in 1998, with a couple of years going back and forth back to Seattle doing album design work for musician friends. Here’s something I’ve shared before, but now there’s more people reading and likely to be hearing this for the first time. In 1988 I started sharing with friends and peers I’d worked with in commercial art that “I’ll quit when I’m 40.” In hindsight, I’ve always asked myself why I decided to wait. These days, I’d like to go back and yank that idea out of my 34 year-old head. For I should have quit as soon as I realized I was going to quit. I say this as an introduction to something, for we all come to cruxes in our lives. Often more than once. Sometimes more often than we can imagine.

Peace regards the passage of Light #TomOgburn #Skyart #landscape #EastCoastKin 🦋 #ArtYear #Art #photography #BlueskyArt #SouthernGothic #urbex #DigitalCollage

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"You don't take a photograph, you make it." ≈ Ansel Adams And he meant that, in a few more ways than one. Here, precariously stands a tree I photographed in 2018. "It" is "They" actually, for its two trees joined at the base, truly sharing osmosis between them. One was cypress, that I knew. The other was a very different kind of tree & also ... at the crowns of both, mistletoe had taken hold by some fluke loong, long ago. I was there again in 2024. I walked down to the shoreline, knowing it was likely gone. It was. I've learned now the old dock's being removed. Everything in this scene then, subject-wise, is gone. The sky is gray, end of day, with a hint of hazed blue at top. The water's golden, long grass golden & fallen over at the trees bases. There's a large trunk which is bent underneath the remaining earthen bank, curving slightly upward then plunging back into the water, all earth which once surrounded it eroded away long ago. This scene is a study in entropy & for that reason is in my top five favorite works in "The America: Lost & Found" series. From my notes: "One night, a few months back in the early fall when the waters were down on Lake Marion, I was walking by its north shore and saw a ghost. On viewing it, I began to hear whispers of old arguments told by one of the voices closest to me for so many years. A very old waterlogged and siltified tree trunk, smooth and very gelatinous, almost like a giant dead salamander having lain on the bank for too many days, was beating between the piers of an old dock stretched out into the waters of the lake. On either end of that log were deep grooves worn into its circumference, old and slick as well, from the chains or cables which evidently had held it in place for far too long." That describes what are called "ghost trees"—those which, at the end of the land clearing project my grandfather was one of the supervisors for between 1936-1940, had to be staked down.They had crashed the timber market.

Here's a #tree offering 🍃 "Twin sisters of different mothers"
#EastCoastKin #TreeTuesday #trees #naturephotography
#photography #treemendous #treetrunktuesday #Lakeside
#SouthernGothic #ParkwaysProjects #NPS #travel #art #BlueSkyPhotography #StateParks #LakeMarion #SC
#Boating ALTtex has a story 🦉