Author: Robin Davis

08/12/14

Dahlonega – a Sense of Place

Images from my scouting trip for the upcoming Winery Workshop in North Georgia.

These are recent photographs from some of the locations we will visit on August 22nd and 23rd,
and illustrate in-camera techniques we will review during the two day workshop.

Exploring this region is a real joy, from the scenic curving roads, the real and artfully prepared food, and the open kindness of the people. The gentle mountains are dressed in ever changing colors and I found many hidden views
and landscapes to explore with my photography students.

The tallest falls east of the Mississippi – Amicalola is the Cherokee word for “Tumbling Waters”Robin Davis Photography, Waterfall
A view between the vines at Frogtown – This photographic technique illustrates a subtle painterly effect© Robin Davis Photography, vineyard, winery, grape vine row
Heirloom Mini Tomatoes from The Dahlonega Farmer’s Market, Downtown at Hancock ParkRobin Davis Photography, tomato tomatos tomatoe tomatoes heirloomGrapes on the Vine at Frogtown Robin Davis Photography, grapes vines grape vineLuscious White Grapes at Frogtown© Robin Davis Photography, grapes Blue Mountains roll in the distant landscape© Robin Davis Photography, Mountain VIsta Landscape
Jelly and Jam Jars – Homemade offerings at the Dahlonega Farmer’s Market© Robin Davis Photography, Jelly Jars homemade preserves
Fun at Night on the Historic Square – Main Street Dahlonega© Robin Davis Photography, Main Street Square, Dahlonega, GA
Tractor and Farmhouse in the Nearby Countryside© Robin Davis Photography, Tractor and Farm House

Wine Tasting at Monteluce – Amazing Wine and Ambiance – creates a perfect balance of the old and modern worldWine Tasting at Monteluce with The Third Eye Photographic Adventures and Workshops photo

all photographs ©2014 Robin Davis

07/4/14

Symbols in Clouds

Clouds are an interesting element in photographs and can take on shapes and forms of their own. They add an entirely extra dimension for me, and a lot more drama than a perfectly sunny blue-skied day. Somehow the clouds in Italy do this to the extreme, leaving little to the imagination, clearly showing me faces, figures and often animals. (This especially happens when I am traveling around with my friend Daniela… I will be posting a series of the Daniela clouds soon!)

While in Rome before the Cortona workshop, I shot this panorama, but only now when editing did I realize something. The cloud hovering above the scene is very much like the form of the Imperial Eagle the symbol of ancient Rome. Do you see it?! The bird’s head is turned to the left.

View of Roma ©2014 Robin Davis

05/21/14

THE LITTLE FISH

A PHOTOGRAPHIC FAIRY TALE

Chapter One

Story and Image by Robin Davis

Mermaid Fairytale fairy tale story photo photograph photographic

There once was a sea maiden who lived deep under the waves.  Her life was free but solitary, as there were not so many sea people, or gathering places of beauty as in the ages before. She began to drift into the fringes, well past the long sandy expanses, where beds of sea weeds twisted and moved in swirls of currents, and the waters shallowed. As she moved further into the narrows, the waters grew sweeter and sweeter. Each day she traveled farther, and none of the old ones were there to tell her of the forbidden ends of the sea.

Once at dawn as she rocked and languored in the soft kelps, with bits of phosphorescence glowing in the long streams of her hair, she glimpsed a sight of unusual beauty. Looking upward, she saw little white disks of light falling toward her, then spreading and twirling into fantastic myriads. As this brightness grew, glittering rays trickled down, moving and arching, and as she rose upward the light dazzled her. She became aware of a humming that vibrated above the ebb and flow of the waves. So entranced, she did not realize she had broken through the surface until it was too late.

The first gasp of shock and air ran through her and in the disorienting brightness of boughs of blossoms bending into the stream’s edge, an unbearable sweetness flowed into her nose and she was caught in the most heady perfume. She steadied herself against a large stone and pulled herself up to better marvel at the view. As she sat, the surface of her scales took on an iridescent glow and the winds brushed against her. This clearness soon became less frightening and the rhythms of her breath became even and measured with the sighing of the branches.

Alone she would swim up the stream to revisit this place of air. Here she saw no other sea folk or familiar creatures, and had left the family of dolphin that always followed the tides, far downstream. But as she would sit upon her rock, she would feel the odd sensation of being watched.

Once as she swam she turned to look back and saw three wavering forms behind her in the distance. Each time as she looked over her shoulder they were closer, even as she moved faster. As she sprang onto the big stone, she saw three fish corner in below her.

Each day the three fish would appear, but only one ever spoke…

 

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Content and Photography ©2014 Robin Davis