Tonight I took a walk at sunset to a favorite outdoor space and conservation land. This tree said more to me the longer i gazed at it.
Does Vermont have a lock on the best autumn? Could it be the barns, rolling hills, dirt roads, white trim, cows, tractors, rocking chairs….? And, all that maple! This shot is from a trip through the state in early October a few years ago. Click here to see a larger version, purchase a custom print or to license this image for commercial use.
At Pawtuckaway State Park in southern New Hampshire. Today I felt like returning to my black & white roots.
I love the richness of the green in early summer, especially after a heavy rain.
In late May the White Mountain National Forest is bright green, wet, and beautiful. If you are lucky enough to visit on a cool and cloudy day, the black flies will be asleep in the mud, allowing you to fully enjoy the high streams and spring flowers. Painted Trillium are among my favorites at this time of year.
Tonight after a portrait session at the Old North Bridge I rushed down to Walden Pond to catch the last rays of the day. Hardy swimmers were just removing their wetsuits in the parking lot.
This seems like an unusually good year for spring flowers. Today I photographed at The Cox Reservation of the Essex County Greenbelt and the Essex-Manchester Conservation Land. I especially like the tiny gems, no greater than one inch across. On Sunday, May 19, I’ll be leading a wildflower photography workshop at The Garden In the Woods in Framingham, MA. There are a few spaces left!
Tonight in the woods not far from where I live, I found a secret patch of highbush blueberries sporting their lovely pink-white flowers. I’ll be back in late July to pick the fruit! As I set up my camera a beaver splashed his mighty tail and patrolled his pond, apparently unaware of my presence.
Today’s late afternoon excursion was to the Ipswich River in Topsfield where shoots of cat-tail and phragmites are pushing through the shallow water. I startled three Great Egrets, enjoyed the songs of the plentiful Red-wings, and watched quietly as seven deer grazed in a meadow in the fading light.