In the middle of a lay-low, stay-at-home vacation week, characterized mainly by 50-degree rainy days, we finally got a three-hour window of dry skies today. I saddled up the Pivot and nosed around the dirt, sand, and muddy clay track between the nearby Connecticut River and the farmfields that line it.
Through the lens, I began to see moody compositions arranged just for me in a subtle solstice palette, instead of
dreary weather. The more I shot, the more I saw, and the further I sank into a familiar, lank comfort with the land.
Ripping can be fun, but December is for browsing.
1 comment:
Beautiful and calm.
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