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Come the fall, as surely as the geese fly south, I go north. Vermont beckons, and I’m off: with my camera, with or without family/friends in tow, for a day, or a week. It’s an inchoate longing – some unconscious desire – that brings me to those back roads, and at some point I find what I’m looking for, and I’m ready to head back home. This year, “enough” came on the second morning of a planned three day trip, in the middle of shooting this scene.
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Many a visual artist will rave about the quality of early morning light. The surest way to become a believer? Go out and work in it yourself! The added reward (if out in the country) is the stillness of that time of day, occasionally broken by a dog barking across the valley, or geese in flight, or the low of a barnyard animal. The singular beauty of this light lasted about 10 minutes, before it shifted away to neutral tones.
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Reputed to be one of the most photogenic waterfalls in VT, it’s also one of the most accessible – only a stone’s throw from Route 100. The perspective here is from the top of a large backhoe that was temporarily in the area.
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“Who you gonna believe, me or your lying eyes ?” Chico Marx, from the movie Duck Soup (slightly reworked)
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Six weeks after the flooding from Tropical Storm Irene, some of the devastation along Vermont rivers and streams was still evident: a car in a riverbed, a massive stone and concrete driveway pillar lying on its side, river silt on lawns and foundations 100 yards away from normal channels, and in many towns, newly repaired stretches of road at every turn. Neighbors rallied for the cleanup; many properties west of Woodstock on Route 4, which runs along the Ottauqueechee River, had yard signs expressing thanks. I chose not to photograph the damage, except for this scene of a now tranquil stream in Pawlet, and a trailer that was nearly swept away.
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See three previous posts below. One of the drivers that afternoon pointed across the valley and suggested I check out this perspective. You can actually make out the gazebo in Corn Field (upper left). Parenthetically, the next weekend, in Brattleboro, Vermont Artisan Designs on Main Street had virtually this same scene displayed in their front window, but without the gazebo and taken in the very late afternoon at the height of the fall season. My guess is that this view offers something new every week, if not every day.
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The rows of corn here are being cut down, chopped up, and thrown into dump truck beds, all in one incredibly smooth and efficient operation. The truck in the foreground is one of four working the field this day: one taking on the load, another waiting and two in transit.
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These two vehicles moving in tandem across the field make quick work of standing rows of corn. The chopped corn will typically be placed in a silo, where it will ferment and eventually be fed to livestock.
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While queueing up for another load of chopped corn/silage (see above), Chet told me that he was newly retired from driving big rigs, but was working odd jobs like this one because “… I got my eye on a 1981 Cadillac from Florida, 91,000 thousand miles, white, great shape, no rust…”.
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