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.