A Sunday morning consumed by the Sunday Review in the Times. Hours of words over cereal and later coffee. Relevant, current, and wonderfully penned.
Saturday morning the house was filled with really quite wonderful light. I was seeing things I’d never seen before, connections in the simple architecture, overlapping angles and depths, all bathed in early luminance. But I couldn’t get up the motivation to shoot well. I dragged out the gear and tooled around a bit, but it just wasn’t there. It was in the finger but not in the mind. Nothing good came of it, except perhaps some lesson I’ll learn eventually.
This morning was good though, very happy with whatever it was that came of it. Above is one take from the bunch. Staged, but I’ll remember some of what it was like.
Deer and all.