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farms and fields
If memory serves, this was the first day the calves got to leave the barn, and they quickly learned about speed.
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There was so much red careening around this image (as originally taken) that I finally opted to go old school and take it back to a Polaroid look in the digital darkroom. I suspect I’ll be working on this one again though – the composition pleases and it does offer a glimpse of the farming spirit.
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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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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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Many a visual artist will rave about the quality of early morning light. The surest way to become a believer? Go out and work in it yourself! The added reward (if out in the country) is the stillness of that time of day, occasionally broken by a dog barking across the valley, or geese in flight, or the low of a barnyard animal. The singular beauty of this light lasted about 10 minutes, before it shifted away to neutral tones.
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See three previous posts below. One of the drivers that afternoon pointed across the valley and suggested I check out this perspective. You can actually make out the gazebo in Corn Field (upper left). Parenthetically, the next weekend, in Brattleboro, Vermont Artisan Designs on Main Street had virtually this same scene displayed in their front window, but without the gazebo and taken in the very late afternoon at the height of the fall season. My guess is that this view offers something new every week, if not every day.
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