Winter solstice is drawing near. My walks start out in the dark. I pick out what hides in the shadows with the camera flash, or find what huddles under the street lamps.
I was on the fence about what to post today. I had some artful and ethereal shots that I was tempted to post, but then I decided it would be good to share a little something about the city I live in. Beacon residents will recognize all three...
I have been experimenting with on camera flash when I am in low light, which is always on the early part of my walks. It's winter. The sun comes up late. I like this one. It's not a typical kind of image for me, but something about it is magic to me. Not sure what.
Sometimes I think I could have been a Hudson River School painter.
As deep and profound emotions surfaced by the presidential election swirl, I still walk, I still meditate, I still make pictures. It may be what will keep me from a descent into the abyss.