In the fall, the sun’s arc is lower in the sky which makes for some dramatic scenery. The last remnants of summer burning into fall are a poignant sight especially on a mild day like this one. The water level was low. The whole scene was calm and peaceful.
In painting and photography, joy for me is landscape viewed broadly or really close up. I am that odd creature crouched down close to the dirt or standing arms stretched overhead, holding camera or iPhone aimed at nothing. To the occupants in the cars whizzing by I am odd or just irrelevant, if noticed at all. Even on the backroads people are in a hurry, taking a short cut or urgently needing to be somewhere other than here. I cringe, about to be showered by the dust off the gravel road.
I am fortunate to have the time and the means to be nowhere in particular, doing nothing in particular. It has been a great outing as I head home with a haul of pics to see if I captured anything worthwhile. Either way the time spent is worthwhile and the experience relived back in the studio.