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Snowfall, North Haven, CT

January 29, 2012

A haiku hides here
which tonight my plodding mind
cannot seem to find.

for Basho and Issa

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Hedgehog Meadow, Reading, VT

January 22, 2012

I see this meadow in the winter moonlight, and I am skiing along the tree line. Every now and again, I stop, and listen to the night. It’s an exquisite stillness, broken only by occasional sounds: a breeze shifting some branches, the hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo of a Great Horned Owl, something scurrying along in the night (maybe a porcupine?). I hear my breath, slowing.

I hope someone has really been out there, and written a poem about it.

(Believe it or not, this photograph is in color)

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Reeds in Winter, Essex, CT

January 17, 2012

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Late Afternoon, Madison, CT

January 1, 2012

I love photographs with one foot in the world of color, and the other in black and white. This was actually taken on January 1 a few years ago.

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Path, Watch Hill, RI

December 31, 2011

On this the last day of 2011, how to sum up the year here and around the globe? This image for one – which got me thinking about Anna Nalick’s song Just Breathe, from 2005 – my vote for the soundtrack of 2011.

Lyrics and original recording here, and a live acoustic performance here.

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Dogwood Branch, Ivoryton, CT

November 25, 2011

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The autumn image in the four season series, Willow on Pond.

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Anemone, Ivoryton, CT

November 5, 2011

The Essex Garden Club hosts an annual “May Market”, and a few years ago, I went looking for perennials that might be especially interesting to photograph.  One of the club members steered me to some anemone roots, and they definitely fit the bill.  That first year, they bloomed through the autumn into November.   This year, however, rabbits cleaned them out, and rightfully so, given my procrastination with laying in the protective netting.

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Come the fall, as surely as the geese fly south, I go north.  Vermont beckons, and I’m off:  with my camera, with or without family/friends in tow, for a day, or a week.  It’s an inchoate longing – some unconscious desire –  that brings me to those back roads, and at some point I find what I’m looking for, and I’m ready to head back home.  This year, “enough” came on the second morning of a planned three day trip, in the middle of shooting this scene.

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