Something I don’t find myself doing much since my high school days, when I used to carry an Olympus OM-1 everywhere I went. I can still smell the fixer.
Fly Pond on a pretty black and white day…
I’ve always been drawn to textures in the Adirondacks, even more than the big scenics. Working with my new D800 brought out a couple of things for me this year: panoramics and details. The ability to make a nice size panoramic, without stitching a number of smaller images together, really inspired me. And all that resolution, great to see all the little things I really love.
It would be easy to make an entire project out of photographing all the nuances of one boulder. This one reminded me of a view of our own galaxy, plainly seen on any clear night in these mountains. Stars upon stars upon stars. Right there on a rock.
It’s tough to come home after a long summer and fall of Adirondack shooting. So ends another season of workshops and traipsing around the woods looking for something new and unique. Lots was learned and accomplished this year, both photographically and personally. There were some new friends made, and some old friends tragically lost. It seems like every part of my life was touched in one way or another. I am not the same.
Mornings like this are what I live for. Up an hour before sunrise, watching, waiting, trying not to expect. Getting lucky sometimes. Lucky or not, knowing I’ll be back to my place in time to whisper something in the ear of my love before she stirs. That was the best of my luck.
I’m going to make a point of sharing my past season. Starting today.