Lake Champlain, (above) a body of water 125 miles long and up to 14 miles wide, has seen record levels of flooding thru much of May 2011. That’s particularly impressive given that data goes back to the mid 1800s. This photograph was taken on an exceptional spring day, when everyone, it seemed, was glad to have a break from the rainy weather.
The spring version in the series Willow on Pond. My intention was to photograph this scene at the height of each season. It was such a pleasure watching and waiting, over the course of a year, for everything to align.
Walking though this stand of pines, located on the pond’s west side, is like being in a cathedral. Very late winter, before the crowds, is a wonderful time to appreciate its quiet majesty.
Initially, this meditation on time and change did not hold much appeal for me, as it just felt too … messy. A number of friends, though, loved it at first sight, and that brought me back around.
Late winter, out in the middle of a mountain pond, temperature hovering at freezing but no wind, dressed warmly, hanging out with friends – the allure of ice fishing.