Prescott Walk #1 Tanglewood Hills
When Terri Webster Schrandt challenged us to shoot pictures with textures for her Sunday Stills Challenge, I was inspired. Arizona is nothing but textures. Nothing is smooth and silky. So come with me, put on your helmets and gloves and let’s take off for a rough, hilly walk through my sister-in-law’s new neighborhood. Since the Lens-Artist Challenge #125 invited us to choose anything, these pictures all fit both challenges. Yay!
“Part of the concept of Wabi-Sabi is being aware of our surroundings and looking for beauty in everyday life – in its impermanence and imperfection.“
Tina Schell
I tried some filters on some of these shots to make them more Wabi-Sabi, but you really want to click the link and look at Tina’s pictures and read all about Wabi-Sabi then judge for yourself if I even made a dent in achieving it.
We all moved to Prescott from sunny CA on November 17. On Friday, less than two weeks after we arrived, it snowed here – a beautiful dusting and all the highways if you look into the hills you can see in the shadows that the snow remains. We have shadows in Tanglewood Hills. We found textures of tufted grasses sticking out from the snowy blanket like cowlicks on the rocky soil.
We stayed on the pathway where textures abounded. I loved this tree. It reminds me of how my hands and legs feel right now – rough and dry – textured! I bought some Gold Bond “healing cream” not simply hand cream. I feel sorry for this tree if it feels as itchy as I do.
The weather was cool and sunny making the views easy to capture. Vince trotted on ahead while I stopped to admire the Wabi-Sabi display just feet from my back door. These photos were taken with our new iPhone 12 phones which we bought to replace the phones we both dropped during our month of moving. Our new phones have upscale photography tools built in. For example, they turn each still photo into a micro-video. On my phone you can see Vince take a couple of steps. Just look at all this texture! Wow!
glances down yield an abundance of textures Haiku by Marsha Ingrao
Wasn’t that spectacular, and I don’t even know if it’s alive. It’s probably how the development got it’s name, Tanglewood Hills.
Depending on the type of tree, many of them are bare or nearly bare revealing layers and layers of texture. Charlotte has woven a tiny filament of texture of her own. Can you see it? Notice how blue the sky is. This leafy picture also works for Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge.
This next picture takes you out of Tanglewood Hills and into a housing development. I took this picture because of the sharp contrast between the rock landscape and the soft fuzz of grass and the smooth concrete stairs. To heighten the contrast between textures I used a filter, it might have been poster edges. I played with all of them.
As you can see Prescott is quite hilly. Many residents have steep drives or walkways to their home. This picture is also for Cee’s FOTD Challenge. She accepts pictures of leaves.
sanded rust erodes Hoosier stickers on windows working man's textures Haiku by Marsha Ingrao
Vince informed me the Hoosier meant the tires, but I still liked it because that is my home state where Hoosier means, “Who’s there?” It is a sign of friendliness because the next words are, “The door’s open, come on in.”
This proud political sign got torn, tangled and crumpled in the textures of life. I thought it made its own political statement.
I have more pictures from today’s walk, but I’ll close with a picture of Wabi-Sabi texture that saves lives. We had more than our share of fires in California this year. If only there had been one of these every few feet in every forest.
I’m very late in the week to hook to Restless Jo’s Monday walks, but here it is a day early. We walk every day, but I don’t always shoot pictures. Thanks to all the Challenge Hosts for inspiring me to take my camera and shoot to a theme. 🙂 Have a great week.
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