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Paw Paw Tunnel

On my trip to western Maryland in early November, I had a chance to photograph the Paw Paw Tunnel. Located near the town of Paw Paw, West Virginia, it is parallel to the Potomac River, which is the boundary between West Virginia and Maryland. The tunnel was constructed through the mountain as the most direct way to route the C&O Canal, which runs from Washington, DC to Cumberland, Maryland. The tunnel is 3,118 feet long with a walking path, or a bike path, if you are brave.  The signs on site indicated that if the tunnel had not been cut through the mountain, there would have been an arduous task of creating six additional miles of canal, crossing difficult terrain, the river, and many other obstacles.  It took fourteen years to complete the tunnel, 1836-1850, and it’s lined with six million bricks.  I cannot imagine the hardship.

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Lonaconing Silk Mill

I had the great pleasure of going on an adventure in western Maryland last weekend.  I had read about the Lonanconing Silk Mill and I knew it was going to be a photographer’s dream.  A group of photographers, armed with flashlights, multiple lenses and tripods, and dressed in layers of warm clothing, spent six hours there on a day when the outside temperatures were in the 40s.  There is no electricity, and therefore no heat or light other than what comes through the windows of this immense building. The silk mill closed in July 1957, and on that day workers walked out, leaving personal belongings, mill records and all the machinery intact. The Lonaconing Silk Mill (originally called the Klotz Throwing Company) is the last intact silk mill in the United States. The mill was responsible for twisting raw silk into thread, and in its early years it created fine silk thread for wedding gowns.  Two world wars and a depression caused ups and downs in the economy and in the production at the mill, ultimately leading to a change to rayon in the early 40s.  During the depression the mill reorganized as the General Textile Mills Company.

My first impression of the mill was that it must have been a noisy place to work.  It was built in 1907, with additions in 1916 and 1946.  Much of the equipment was belt-driven and there are rows and rows of metal that a genius must have designed.  I have no mind for engineering, so it was unfathomable to me how any of this worked.  It didn’t matter, because the shapes, colors, leading lines and odd pieces of personal property were intriguing.  Another thing I suspect about this mill is that most of the workers were women.  I haven’t read that anywhere, but the personal effects left behind seem to indicate that.  Of course, in those days, the management would have been male, and the maintenance of the  equipment would have been done by men as well.  The third thing that is worth mentioning is that the mill has no signs of mice, bats, or any other kind of animal because there is no food or water source. Windows are broken, perhaps by kids practicing their throwing skills, and paint is chipping off the walls and ceilings.  It is interesting to see how a building ages, what changes and what stays intact.  Take a look at my images to see what you can learn about the Lonaconing Silk Mill.

Harvest Moon, Where Are You?

A couple of weeks ago a photographer friend and I decided to go to the Shenandoah National Park to photograph the harvest moon on October 29th.  We picked out a perfect location that would afford us an eastern view of the moon, which is huge and orange in the autumn.  We also knew that at this same location we could see the sunset to the west. So, this morning the forecasts of Hurricane Sandy, the Frankenstorm, made us change our plans to the day before the actual full moon.  That way when the rains hit Virginia, we will have our images and be safely at home.  We arrived at the designated location before 5pm, ready to watch the huge moon rise up over the eastern ridges.  Not being quite ready for cold weather, we elected to sit in the warmth of the car awaiting the glorious event.  A couple of quick shots before huddling in the heat told us not to be too optimistic.

In about forty-five minutes, when the moon was expected to emerge, the fog dropped on us.  Literally.  It wasn’t there, and then it was!  We gave up.  But not before documenting our efforts to photograph the Harvest Moon in the Park.  What you are seeing as huge spots of dirt in the sky are rain drops all over the lens.

I thought about several things as I drove home.  I imagined what it must have been like 100 years ago when people lived in those mountains.  Rainstorms in the Park are not rare, and fog often envelopes everything.  But now we have roads, yellow lines to guide us through the fog and rock walls to stop us from toppling down the  mountain.  I also thought that it looked a lot like Halloween with the eerie shapes emerging from the woods.  I am completely sure I saw Sasquatch just off the road as I hastened back to safety in the flat lands below.

Sherando Lake Adventure

There is a beautiful small lake tucked away in the mountains near Waynesboro, Virginia.  I visited there over thirty years ago in the fall and I’ve never forgotten that visit.  However, I moved away from that area of the state to Richmond, then back to my current home about an hour north, so it hasn’t been a destination for a very long time.  That is going to change.  Yesterday’s adventure to  Sherando Lake was one of the best.  The colors were at their peak, the mist was rising off the water at sunrise, and it was peaceful, as the campers nearby were still sleeping.  Before daybreak, we heard three owls in the woods talking quietly to each other across the lake. Saw-whets, perhaps?  My favorite little owl. A pileated woodpecker called to us later in the morning.  The reflections of the golds, reds and greens in the water took my breath away.  Even the oaks had color, which is unusual in Virginia this time of year.  Sherando, I have neglected you, but it won’t happen again.

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My Mountains

I have mentioned before that I am a Virginian since birth.  I grew up in a small town in the shadows of the Blue Ridge Mountains, not far from the Blue Ridge Parkway. When I started driving, going up and down mountain roads became second nature to me.  Now I live near Skyline Drive and the beautiful, ever-changing Shenandoah National Park.  It thrills me to be there among the ridges and the wildflowers and now, in autumn, the colors and the falling leaves.  Tonight I went up with a friend to photograph the sunset.  It wasn’t a spectacular sunset, but it was peaceful there and the mountain ridges went on and on into the distance.  We met a fellow at an overlook who explained to us in broken English that he was German, in the States visiting several locations.  He mentioned that he will be going to Washington, D.C, Baltimore, Philadelphia and the Big Apple.  But this smart young man put the Shenandoah National Park on his must-visit list.  He was as impressed as a newcomer as I am as a native.  He was all smiles as he drove away, proud to have conversed in English with us, which, as it turns out, wasn’t so broken after all.  I managed to get a big grin from him when I bid him “Guttentag!”

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New Moon

We had our first frost this morning.  I left a little after 6am to find silvery fields at sunrise.  As I drove I noticed the sliver of a new moon, and knew it had to be part of an image.  I became enamored of the silos with the moon.  It was a beautiful clear, crisp morning.  Apparently skunks like this kind of morning.  As I stood in the alfalfa field shooting the moon, I smelled one nearby.  All good photographers know when to move on.

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