Fountain just outside of Anderson City Hall.
I disturbed this beautiful bird, resting at Cater Lake, in an effort to get close enough for a picture. I haven’t cropped the picture, because I wanted to show how close he/she is to dangerous cars, roads, wires, and “civilization.”
That’s one distressing thing about Anderson and Anderson County. I love the rural areas — and they are fast being gobbled up for residential homes and strip malls. How many pastures or fields have I driven by, only to see right next door the rude marks of suburbia. Family farms are disappearing and with them a rural landscape and native habitat.
It’s with some trepidation that I post this picture. This fountain is in Cater’s Lake, on Greenville Street. A picture of this fountain is found on much “city of Anderson” literature. I think of this fountain as an iconic Anderson image. Just had to capture it. 🙂
Sashay to the Soiree! That was the catch-line a couple of years ago. Anderson’s downtown spring party. Come and enjoy!
Cater’s Lake — a small, sweet park just off Greenville Street. I love that this young couple is taking advantage of it to share a meal.
Taken Saturday night just outside of city hall. At first I was blank. Blue ribbon? And then it hit me. Virginia Tech. I could see others around downtown when I returned Sunday morning.
Yes, I need a tripod. But I love the color. The police car was speeding through downtown Anderson with siren blaring. Another pic is here, along with the downtown fire station.
I know nothing about night photography, except two things: I love it and I am in desperate need of a tripod!
First Baptist Church, organized in 1822. Amazing. Located on what is left of East Church Street. The church sits at the top of a faux-plaza created by closing off East Church Street for a municipal parking lot. The church bell’s story is here along with a frontal view of the church.
Sunday morning. Downtown had little traffic. It was quiet. Peaceful. Well…except for the leaf blower. 🙂 I wanted to reshoot some places I had tried to capture the night before. And I ran into people to photograph. Asking to take their picture wasn’t so hard. And some of them — like this one — turned out pretty good. I’m fond of these two as well.
I hope this picture marks a turning point in the pictures I take of Anderson. I’m pretty shy, so it took a lot for me to put my car in reverse and roll to a stop in front of these cute guys sitting on their side porch. I asked if I could take their picture and they said yes. How easy. It was the one of the few good things on Saturday.
I was so frustrated on Saturday. I was looking for the name of an old mill I had stumbled upon. I was looking for East Church Street, where a plaque commemorates Anderson’s black business pioneers. And I found neither. Instead I drove around and around in my car, stumbling from one historic district to another. Gritting my teeth in irritation. The above picture was a single jewel in that annoying drive. (Even though, I’m sure you’ll notice their cute squints. I was taking pictures in harsh sun AGAIN.)
I was still angry and unfulfilled when dark descended later that day. Forget this, I thought, and grabbed the camera and Lily’s leash (Maggie had jumped the fence in her own frustration) and drove downtown. In the cool, soothing darkness, I parked the car and wandered with my camera and Lily. Peace descended.
Things learned I hope: (1) Value small goals. A couple of good shots of a small park are better than several mediocre shots of varied Anderson locations. (2) Get out of the car. Feeling the environment and speaking to people is worth sacrificing a quanity of real estate covered in the car. (3) Taking pictures of people is fun. And asking if I can take a person’s picture isn’t hard. And it doesn’t hurt if they say no. I asked a seemingly homeless man on Sunday morning if I could take his picture. “No,” he smiled. “Not right now.” And it felt good to honor his dignity and choice.