Somehow I started thinking about my past. I don’t know how it happened except that it came to me in a fever dream.

That jump started thinking while I was awake.

I started by thinking about the beginnings of my career and the people and places surrounding that time and my history from then to now. I dug in deeper as I went. I’ll tell you about some of it when I process what I thought.

Some was happy, some was sad, some was funny and some comes under the heading of what was I thinking?

What WAS I thinking?

This picture is really and truly about fall. How could it not be?

There’s a funny thing about chasing fall color. Photographers drive all over the place following color and light. That’s dodgy at best. Usually you are in the wrong place at the wrong time. You know I that I believe in letting the picture come to me. Eventually, if you stay in one place the picture will arrive. If you chase the picture, it won’t be there when you are.

This picture was made on our daily walks on the farm. It’s way out there about 50 acres from our door. Even though I did have to move around I didn’t have to chase it. I waited for the tree to turn and walked back to it when the light was right.

If a photographer traveled to New Mexico or Vermont to make pictures of fall color and stayed put, they would be more successful than wasting their time driving around endlessly and always being in the wrong place and always at the wrong time.

But, what do I know?

What works for me might not work for you. Or, you’re very rich and can afford a lot of gas.



4 responses to “Changes”

  1. Bridgette Avatar

    That’s a beautiful photo.

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  2. Debra Avatar

    Gorgeous color! Not too much like it here in Southern California–as you well know. 🙂

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  3. Ray Laskowitz Avatar

    We had some in New Orleans. But, in Virginia, oh my. Yesterday we had the great rake up, I forgot that the dogs love to take a running start and jump into the pile. We took the leaves to one of our silos and loaded it up. In spring we’ll have great mulch. No farming, he said.


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