I love photographing foggy days, especially this time of year. Fog softens the already muted colors of a limited palette - sometimes reducing the image to its barest essentials in stark monochrome... backgrounds fade mysteriously away into gray nothingness...
Kemp Brook from West Lake Rd - Fitzwilliam, NH
Scott Pond from unnamed causeway - Fitzwiliam, NH
(the obligatory "I was Here" shot...)
The landscapes are as quiet aurally as they are visually. The only sounds beyond the crunching of my boots in the snow and the chatter of incessant conversation with myself came from the occasional raven sailing by overhead. I fancied their croaks were directed at me, or at least acknowledged my presence in their world...
McCoy Rd cemetery - Sharon, NH
The miraculous technology embedded in my hip was not forgotten, either. I've hurt myself twice since the surgery - once performing my PT exercises a tad too aggressively, once when slipping on the ice and twisting my torso to recover my balance - each time pulling something inside that I shouldn't have, setting me back 2 months. But rest and MODERATE exercise worked their usual magic, and have brought me nearly (90% maybe?) back to where I was before these mishaps. I need to learn Patience, and that quick, decisive actions are perhaps better left to someone 50 years younger than me...
hillside from junction McCoy Rd, Old Sharon Rd - Peterboro, NH
