This is one of my favorite vistas – what I call the “back meadow” – it’s public land, but hidden from all except those who seek it out. Most people don’t care about deep brown mud, golden grasses, some leafless trees, mown crops, an open sky … but here is the richness of habitat, the sweep of open sky, the delight of a fresh breeze. I come here again and again, marveling at the vast and subtle changes that take place as the seasons change. This photo was taken in late October.
I’m trying to process and sort through the hundred of photos I’ve taken recently, many while in my back meadow. I hope to publish many of them here in the coming weeks.