The little stream by my walk is an ever changing sculpture.
Who knew mud could freeze in a vertical configuration. I think it had to do with the way the water trickled down the hill. I looked at my feet when it began crunching
I could imagine a slideshow of this posture on this chair in many different settings…on the beach, on the mountain top, in a city street, on top of a building, on the back of a ramp truck…..one slide after the other. (Oh I should mention its my brother. Clearly we have a lot in common.) […]
This is on the appalachian trail up by iron mountain. It is a cow drinking thing I think like a cistern.
I shot this picture outside Troy, New York. I am thinking of the way Nature’s creations are presented to us daily, each with a particular light and sensibility