Grandson of a preacher man

My Grandaddy Millard F Combs was the minister at Fries Baptist Church many moons ago. My Dad was born in 1922 in Cleveland, VA. When he was about 8, my Grandaddy was hired by the Fries Baptist Church to become their minister - so this was say 1930. He stayed at the church until 1945 or so. You'll notice in the photo that the dates on the church are 1903 - 1937. The church was founded in 1903, shortly after the mill and the town were built. They built this brick church in 1937.

During the Depression, people came to Fries to work. The mill was going and there were jobs to be had. My uncle Roger Combs tells me that people would come in on the train hoping to get a job. They would camp out along the river for days or weeks waiting for something to open up - they were what we would call today "homeless". They would go to my Grandparents' house (the Baptist parsonage) to get food because it was part of the mission of the church to feed the homeless.

By the way, this blog is supposed to be about art & photography. The photograph accompanying the blog is very hard to get. The church is right on the street and there are power lines running right in front of it. If you get far away enough to get the whole building in, you have power lines running through your photo - quite unattractive. So to get this photo, I used an ultra wide angle lens and stood at the foot of the steps and pointed the camera up to get the whole building. But this causes what's called "parallax effect". The building looks likes it's falling in on itself and it looks a lot shorter than you would expect..  So I was able in Photoshop to pull the sides of the building out and also make it taller. 

The photo was made early in the morning. The sun rises in the East, which is to your right as you're looking at the building. The sun being low in the sky gives the photo some interesting shadows.

See the before and the after pic below:

Mooresville Arts 2017 Winter Juried Exhibit

I found out that I have two pieces accepted to the Mooresville Arts 2017 Winter Juried Exhibit!

Reception for the show is Friday, January 13, 2017 at the gallery at Mooresville Arts (depot in Mooresville). The reception starts at 6 pm and goes until 8 pm.

Snow

I remember when I was seven years old. My Mom came into my bedroom and said in a sing-song voice "~Kevin ~Kevin - look outside". I woke up and there was a beautiful glow in my bedroom. It was just before dawn. I jumped up and the hill outside my window was covered in snow. No school today!

I'm now FIFTY seven, but the prospect of snow still gets me excited. The weather gurus were calling for snow tonight, but no more than a dusting. We came to Fries anyway just to be here for the weekend.

The snow started coming down, though. I went out at 2 in the morning to walk and enjoy the beauty of the snowfall.

So if you live in Fries and heard scrunchy footsteps by your house at 3 a.m. or saw snow-covered footprints in the middle of the street - it was me. I got pictures for you - you're welcome.

Check out my Facebook page for more pictures.

Oh - and by the way - don't eat yellow snow!  ;-)

Memory - my dad at Gene Warrick's

My dad and I are sitting outside Gene Warrick's (in the Providence Community, near Fries, VA) one Saturday in say 1975. He points to the neon-lighted clock hanging over the door. It says 2:10. It has said 2:10 for as long as I can remember. He tells me that it said 2:10 when he left to get on the train in 1942 to serve in WWII. Thirty-three years - I think to myself in 1975 - that's a long time ago - impossibly long. 

Thirty-three plus years have passed like a flash. The clock has since been taken down. I wish I had a picture of the clock. I wish I had more pictures of my dad.

 

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Facebook for archaeologists

If the human race continues, the period we live in will be studied by archaeologists in the future. Will Facebook be available to these future archaeologists? Imagine - instead of digging in the dirt to find bones or pottery - the future archaeologist is rummaging through old digital files. These files are in an archaic format, only available to the select few. The year is 3020 and historians want to know how the human race arrived where it is.

Your pictures of family will be studied. Your "BubbleCoCo" requests will be scrutinized. Your pro-Trump or anti-Trump posts will be examined for clues into insights for this era.

I think about this sometimes when I'm posting photographs (I know - nerdish, right?). I wonder if my hometown of Fries, VA will still be recognizable then. I wonder if the flora and fauna that I love to feature will still be in existence? Will our way of living even be recognizable 1000 years hence? 

Give this some thought the next time you post to Facebook. What will you represent to someone 1000 years in the future?

I started this blog entry a couple of years ago, but didn’t post it. It has occurred to me in the meantime how important Facebook is to us even in the current day. I’ve been on Facebook for 10 years or so. I can go back and see what I was doing 10 years ago and look at pictures of my 10 year younger self and family. Facebook is the closest thing most people have to the old photo album. We all have a vested interest in Facebook working out its issues and ensuring its survival.

Blogging - my first post

Hi - I love art. I love thinking about art. I love writing about art. Here you will find news and thoughts about my artistic endeavors. 

I want this to be a multi-way street. Let me know what you think. I hope you will use the "Contact me!" page. Let's discuss art and photography!