This Lancaster county farm field is a lovely mix of green and yellow.

This is a shot I took last Christmas and actually forgot to work on. So in the process of archiving files,I came across the almost forgotten shot. It was an involved shot and I almost dreaded working on it, but the owners were so nice the night I shot it, I felt compelled to finish it,even if it is several months late.

Azaleas are in full bloom on this property. A rainy day had the colors saturated and rich and using an umbrella kept the camera dry.

A local museum is holding an exhibit on dinosaurs and they had two on display outside. They had a motion sensor which complicated things for me because I often shoot multiple exposures and visitors kept stopping and setting the thing in motion. It was very natural in the way it moved. The two versions shown were shot in infrared for the black and white version and color for the version where I lit everything with flash.

A variety of VWs are lined up for spectators to enjoy at the recent HAVOC VW show. Skies looked a little threatening but the rain held off making for a great show.

This VW was one that caught my eye at the show. It had a beautiful blue color and a picnic basket under the hood. It was shined up to the hilt for the event.

Been a while since I felt like shooting something, so I decided to head to the local library in the rain and see what I could come up with. The entrance had some colorful tulips and the glow from inside seemed to make it worth the effort.

For me there is nothing more frustrating than seeing something photogenic and not being able to capture it. The image gets burned into my mind and the thought of missing it lingers. I was driving around looking for images and out of nowhere appears thirty or more Amish youth flying along on scooters like a motorcycle gang. Traffic was backed up and in the minute it took to turn around and try and get ahead of them, they had already split into three separate smaller groups taking different roads. I don’t think I have ever seen a group so large and unified on scooters before and probably never will again. This shot of the one girl hauling the volleyball net was all I could capture.

This little Amish boy is barely bigger than the croquet mallet he is using but he is getting busy setting up the game in the back yard.

Rows of plastic line the fields as farmers prepare to start the growing season in rural Lancaster county.

This buggy must have somewhere to be in a hurry as he passes another buggy. Hard to imagine he could fit any more reflectors on the back.

This post is not really about photography but I figured I would share my latest creation that I did over the winter. We live along a rail trail and I decided to do something special for those who pass by our property, so I created what has affectionately become known to locals as the Gnome village. This latest building I made is a flower shop and was done without any plans and basically I just wing it as I go. I had the old scroll S on the front and after much contemplation,came up with Sherwood Florist as the name to go with it. The bottom photo shows the interior,which can be seen through the windows. Anyone on facebook can visit my personal gnome facebook site by searching Nibbles McGibbles, who is my alter ego I guess.

Drove around looking for spring photos the other day and was somewhat surprised to see Easter egg hunts being held at multiple one room Amish schools. For whatever reason I just never thought the Amish would take part in what I would call a secular tradition. I always say no matter how long I live in Amish country, I learn something new quite frequently. These boys are on their way  home from the egg hunt and each has his own Easter basket or bucket.

An Amish buggy pulls a second buggy that was purchased at this years mud sale.

Can you hear the wolves howling? A back country road shrouded in foggy mystery suggests one might be advised to find a safer place before night takes hold.

Muted colors and flying flakes caught my eye on this street.

Normal folks were hunkered down in the warmth of their homes during this storm, while a few of us were out capturing the beauty.

Heavy snow blankets these pine trees and creates a lovely foreground for this winter farm landscape.

This back road includes a nice curving fence that looked nice in the snow.

According to the plaque that is affixed at the Major Dick Winters statue, “They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind”. This an old Tuscarora indian proverb,and kind of reminds me of how I feel sometimes. For some reason I always worried I would die one day and no one would ever remember me. I used to do public slide shows and at the beginning I would speak and usually mention I hoped folks would remember me as a great photographer. Seems kind of ridiculous to think that is my aspiration, but  I would also always say why should I care when I am gone whether anyone remembers me or not. I am not sure where I ever got the idea that being remembered for that reason made sense but I do know several talented photographers that I look up to and even though their character is what makes them, their talent is always what sticks in my mind.

Fluffy snow was clinging to everything after this snowstorm so I headed out after dark to capture scenes like this one. Street lights added illumination.

Another highly detailed ice sculpture.

These starfish really drew a crowd at the Lititz fire and ice festival, and with temperatures in the teens, they hung around a couple days till the rain came.

This ice carving is actually a slide for kids, and was one of numerous sculptures at the Lititz fire and ice festival. Local hospital Heart of Lancaster was the sponsor for this,hence the heart design.

This is one of the larger ice sculptures created for the Lititz fire and ice festival this year. It was a delightful 14 degrees when I arrived here at dawn and with winds around 15-20 mph, it was much colder with the wind chill. I was dressed to deal with it but even with hand warmers,my fingers were hurting pretty good because I cannot wear heavy gloves and still operate the camera. The camera batteries held up for about an hour till replacements were installed allowing me to continue shooting. This sculpture was done for a local car and truck dealership in town.