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There’s almost too much going on in this photo; with the bright afternoon sunlight careening around all the architectural details, everything seems to be vying for attention.

I prefer softer light for these type of shots – perhaps a high overcast day as on the previous post – but nothing remotely close to that was going to happen here until the sun came off the building, probably a couple hours out. And I was in transit.

Such are the realities of serendipitous shooting. But this one is growing on me.

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JG and JA, Chesterfield, NH

December 9, 2016

jg-and-ja-9413Two old friends that I originally met circa 1984, and as we live in three separate states, only see sporadically. I’m happy to say we didn’t talk politics until late in the evening.

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view-from-wantastiquet-9406 Ah, Brattleboro! Got a soft spot in my heart for you, I do, after all these years.

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Playscape, Sanbornton, NH

August 7, 2016

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The park is one of my favorite places, magnificent pretty much any time of the year, but especially in the Fall. The main workshop always strikes me as a hallowed space, and the Adams Memorial something to behold. Plan to spend a better part of a day.

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Ferns, Sanbornton, NH

July 7, 2015

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Lighthearted, joyous, and usually found growing every which way in small patches, what’s not to love about ferns? They certainly have a special place in my heart. I remember once – a brilliant midsummer day on a small island off the coast of Maine – standing in the midst of a huge field of them, all rugged and leathery from the wind and salt air, but a beautiful hue of green nonetheless. Somewhere in my slide collection, there’s a 360 panorama of that scene waiting to be released into the world.

I had a girlfriend once who went on to a lifetime with flowers and plants, and seems to have developed a keen awareness of their secret lives along the way. She and I never had a conversation about ferns, or even flowers; we were young and barely formed, and a romance that bloomed so sweetly in the dead of winter, was gone by the time the fiddleheads appeared in the spring. And so it goes; decades later, I wonder what she knows about ferns.

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Pink House, Westmoreland, NH

February 28, 2015

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