The walk home, May 2009
Went behind the house last weekend and tried a few vertical shots with the new camera. I’m always startled by the feature descent of this short walk. With it’s usual lack of warning the silence and darkness clamps shut, and it’s a little spooky under the darkcloth.
And notice that nowhere are the firs spared a thorough limbing, the work of some mad lopper determined to stymie the silver fir where ever he finds it, no matter how abandoned the trail. Now that I’m working again, photography is again pushed to the margins, but the parallels keep finding there way into compositions nicely.