(Continuing my series of Lincoln Marsh Through Time).
I popped over to Lincoln Marsh last week. I had wanted to get there at a mor magical hour, right at dusk, but important/ mundane commitments had me there when it was too dark. I ran back to the car, got the tripod, and clicked over to the Manual exposure mode. Please keep in mind that I actually do not know what I am doing. I didn’t even know what the “M” stood for until I looked it up. All I know is that images look really blue and nice when I use “M” around dusk. I figured this out accidentally last month when I was standing in line with S-L to get onto The London Eye:
The Wheaton Park District deserves a lot of credit for their maintenance of Lincoln Marsh. When I got there, I was surprised anew at how different it can be in just a few weeks. The headline of my visit was the removal of brush in the broad, low prairie areas that lead up to the marsh pond. Here’s a leafy view from last summer:
And a pulled-back view of basically the same vista from last week:
This isn’t just nature killing things for winter— presumably someone had to drag out the reeds and bushes and clear the area. I am going to contact the Park District and see if they have a general plan for such things.
Sunsets can be disappointing when one has missed the magic hour. Here is a vestige of light:
But certainly the St. Louis poet, T.S. Eliott, knows of the violet hour:
And the flash can play shadow tricks on bare trees:
And the blues and blacks of soon-darkness show how sturdy trees can be:
