Bill Gouge currently resides in Rhode Island. His travels including military have taken him from the mountains of Western North Carolina where he grew up to Europe and the Middle East. Some of his goals are to see all 50 US States and record what he sees photographically.
Photography for me, was a way to initially capture what I saw. The literal thousands of photos I took were initially for my own memories. After hearing over and over that I should do something with those photos and photography in general...I thought why not. This site is the culmination of that idea. Almost all of the photos you will see of mine are landscape style photos. What you will see from me, is the moment in time as I saw it. I hope you enjoy the site, and feel free to use the contact links below and tell me how I can improve this site.
Angel Oak located in the lowcountry of South Carolina on John's Island, near Charleston. This majestic oak doesn't stand as tall as one would expect a tree 1500+ years old, but one cannot help seeing and touching this regal tree without feeling a sense of awe. This tree was alive before Europeans set foot in the Americas.
Beavertail
Beavertail Lighthouse at Jamestown, RI. Also visible in the distance is the light from the Narragansett lighthouse.
Above: Blowing Rock in North Carolina. This is called such as light objects thrown into the gorge are returned by the swirling winds. Legend is "it is said that a chickasaw chieftan, fearful of a white man’s admiration for his lovely daughter, journeyed far from the plains to bring her to The Blowing Rock and the care of a squaw mother. One day the maiden, daydreaming on the craggy cliff, spied a Cherokee brave wandering in the wilderness far below and playfully shot an arrow in his direction. The flirtation worked because soon he appeared before her wigwam, courted her with songs of his land and they became lovers, wandering the pathless woodlands and along the crystal streams.
One day a strange reddening of the sky brought the brave and the maiden to The Blowing Rock. To him it was a sign of trouble commanding his return to his tribe in the plains. With the maiden’s entreaties not to leave her, the brave, torn by conflict of duty and heart, leaped from The Rock into the wilderness far below. The grief-stricken maiden prayed daily to the Great Spirit until one evening with a reddening sky, a gust of wind blew her lover back onto The Rock and into her arms. From that day a perpetual wind has blown up onto The Rock from the valley below. For people of other days, at least, this was explanation enough for The Blowing Rock’s mysterious winds causing even the snow to fall upside down." Credit for legend http://www.theblowingrock.com/legend.html
Below: The Claiborne-Pell Bridge in Newport, RI as seen from Jamestown, RI.
Beneath that, is the former base for the Beavertail lighthouse on Jamestown Island, RI. As I was losing daylight, the dark silhouette from where I was standing against the waning sunset just seemed to speak to me.