Moody

I bike past these two things frequently. It often crosses my mind to stop and photograph them but sometimes it just seems too daunting to slow my roll, get off the bike and get the camera out of my pocket, especially when it's something I take for granted and know will be there the next day. And something that is seen so often tends to lose its impact, and I think, "Ho hum." But today I went to the oh-so-extreme effort to stop the bike, dismount, extricate the camera from my pocket (insert dramatic sarcasm here), and grab these two shots. Turns out, I love them. I've been off of social media for a while (the two Big Ones, anyway - my blogs and my YouTube channel I consider to be in a slightly different category) - best thing I've ever done for my mental health and overall quality of life - and having removed myself from the onslaught-ad-nauseum of mind-numbing images (and other peoples' brain content) I am enjoying - immensely - the slower process of printing the photos I love. There's no comparison between holding a photo that's been printed on fine art photo paper - holding it for many minutes and savoring it; leaving it in full view on my coffee table to enjoy through the day or even a few days - and seeing an image on a screen. Having said all that - behold, on your screen, two photos that I think capture Vineyard Winter Gray very well (better yet, stop by my gallery and see these, and many more, and have a conversation in person).

  Beach Road
Wooden Bridge