This barn looks even better today than in 2007 when I took this picture. It’s been freshened up with red paint, and looks, well, 30 years younger and even more photogenic. The garden – from a distance anyway – looks like it’s just been marking time over the years.
A brisk wind was blowing in from the north when I began photographing this clothesline, around 11AM. Susan, out hanging clothes, predicted it would soon diminish, and pick up again from the southwest after a brief lull. And over the course of the next half hour, that was exactly what happened. I wonder how long it took for her to understand the seasonal nuances of the breezes there; as she much preferred drying clothes on the line, my guess is she tuned into it pretty quickly.
Such as beautiful thing – and a gift – to know your surroundings that well.
I never know what to expect in my annual midwinter pilgrimage to the Harriman Reservoir. Sometimes there is a snowpack, sometimes not; mostly it is frozen over, occasionally there are no fishing shacks out there.
Most beautiful times to photograph are on days like this one: midweek (when no one is around), overcast, perhaps snow in the offing. Taken with 35mm slide film.