Turkey
Through Harold’s Lens
1/500 sec at f5.6, ISO 200
Nikon D300s, 70mm (18-200mm)
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“Rigged & Ready”
Turkey
Through Harold’s Lens
1/500 sec at f5.6, ISO 200
Nikon D300s, 70mm (18-200mm)
“After Glow”
Turkey
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1/1600 sec at f4.0, ISO 200
Nikon D300s, 7.9mm (7.2-50.8mm)
“Entwined”
Turkey
Through Harold’s Lens
1/1000 sec at f5.6, ISO 200
Nikon D300s, 18mm (18.0-200.mm)
“Raise The Mainsail”
Turkey
Through Harold’s Lens
1/1000 sec at f5.6, ISO 200
Nikon D300s, 48mm (18.0-200.mm)
“Attention!”
Turkey
Through Harold’s Lens
1/1000 sec at f5.6, ISO 200
Nikon D300s, 35mm (18.0-200.mm)
“Security”
Turkey
Through Harold’s Lens
1/1000 sec at f5.6, ISO 200
Nikon D300s, 55mm (18.0-200.mm)
“Lower The Mainsail”
Turkey
Through Harold’s Lens
1/500 sec at f4.5, ISO 200
Nikon D300s, 44mm (18.0-200.mm)
“Weaving”
Turkey
Through Harold’s Lens
1/250 sec at f5.0, ISO 560
Nikon D300s, 70mm (18.0-200.mm)
Martha’s Vineyard. “Seeking Safe Haven”
United States
Martha’s Vineyard
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Sony a7S, Zeiss 35mm
1/500 sec at f/18, ISO 100
Martha’s Vineyard. “7,000 sq. ft. Of Canvas Topsail”
United States
Martha’s Vineyard
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Sony a7S, Zeiss 35mm
1/500, f/18, ISO 100
Martha’s Vineyard.”Rigging Rope”
United States
Martha’s Vineyard
Through Harold’s Lens
Sony a7S, Zeiss 35mm
1/500, f/7.1, ISO 100
Martha’s Vineyard. “Up The Silo”
United States
Martha’s Vineyard
Through Harold’s Lens
Nikon D300s, Nikon 70mm-200mm
1/125, f/2.8, ISO 400
“Wait For Me!”
United States
Martha’s Vineyard
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From Harold’s Photography Series on Martha’s Vineyard: “Intimacy of Island Life“
Chile. “Where Spirits Soar”
Chile
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Bottom of our world
Where ice mountains drift
Where winds of ice blow
Where giant condors soar.
The melodic beauty
The haunting sounds
The lone pan flute
Flowed.
Across the Andes Mountain Range
Around thick, wood forest
Around dark, bark trees
Around green, pine needles.
Drawing me
Luring me
Sucking me in
Capturing me.
My first view
Long black flowing hair
Strong fighting face
Distant stare
Spiritual leader?
What was happening here?
The Great Spirit?
Deep religious rite?
Communication with ancestors, Gods?
Fireballs, comets, shooting stars?
Cultural worship?
Harmonious earthly elements?
Wind, rain, mountains, springs
Animals, birds, trees, plants
Full moon.
Ritual love affair?
Language of the land?
Traditional. Native
Beauty, love
Honor, virtue.
Slowly
Silently
I nestled in
Soft pine needles.
Listening
Swaying
Emotionally bathing.
The beauty of our world.
“Life Destroyed”
Poland
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Inside a chamber of horrors
The little girl shrieked
“Mommmmmmmmmmmmy?”
“Daddddddddddddy?”
Where are you?
Wave after wave
Luftwaffe bombers
Rains of bombs
Blasts!!! Blasts!!! Blasts!!!
Tons of concrete crashed on tons of concrete
Explosions, fires
Historic buildings destroyed.
Screams!
“Grandpa?”
“Grandma?”
“Help me! I’m all alone”
Fear had dug talons deep.
Tanks crushed fresh bodies
Men, women children
Deboning corpses
Bits of bone everywhere.
Thirty degrees
Hair frozen
Covered in blood
Severe pain
Shredded pink dress
Horrific.
The day the world went to war
Hitler, Nazi claw
Storm troopers, SS, Secret police
Terror, tears executions
Concentration camps
The planet was never the same.
Cookies, Christmas
Hugs love, friends
Mommies, Daddies, little children
All gone.
Gdansk
September 1, 1939
Germany invades Poland
World War II begins
Five years
Five million humans dead.
A woman’s memory
Could never be a little girl again
Life ripped from her soul
Macabre memories.
“Mommmmmmmmmmmmy?”
“Tacking Up”
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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:
The rusted weathered barn door creaks open.
The old Gaucho hears the snort from Old Paint’s stall.
Barn dust and bits of hay flutter through shafts of light from the holes in the roof.
Time for tacking up Old Paint for another five-day ride on La Pampas searching for lost cattle.
The old Gaucho slowly shuffles to the tack room. Rough, gnarled hands fumble through fifty-six years of jumbled, worn, stained tack hanging from paint peeling wooden pegs; saddles, stirrups, halters, bridles, hackamores, reins, bits, harnesses, breastplates, martingales, spurs, hoof boots and horseshoes.
Old Paint holds his head up. Snorts again.
“Cut ‘em out”
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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:
After years of hugging the horn of a sweaty leather saddle, dust, dirt, grass, sand and roping the thick necks of bulls on the rich Argentina plain known as La Pampas, the Gaucho’s dear old weathered friend comes home to rest at the end of the ride.
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