Days, that is.
I recently returned from a trip back east and had the good fortune of spending a couple days in/around Burlington, VT. While I would have loved to time my visit for a few weeks later, other business commitments required my visit to occur earlier.
I was overwhelmed with the beauty of the quaint, rural country of Vermont. Even Burlington, bustling by some accounts, felt welcoming and cozy. Since the leaves weren’t really changing all that much, I became fascinated with the rural farmland along the scenic routes that dot northern and central Vermont. I could see in my mind’s eye what I wanted to capture: lush green fields with mist, rustic barns with peeling paint and rusting silos, hay bales sitting silently in the middle of a freshly harvested field, layer upon layer of trees and vegetation–all thrown into one early-morning frame. I had one morning to shoot, and (thanks to the recommendation of a knowledgeable local) decided to head to Upper Pleasant Valley road. I didn’t have a spot, or even a shot I was driving to. I was simply just driving, allowing myself enough time to arrive at the general area in time for sunrise.
My wandering was justly rewarded with an exceptionally beautiful morning of shooting. The air was crisp, the dew was heavy, and the mist was ethereal. The morning freshness always seems to leave so hastily, but with the vibrant greens of the foliage, reds of the barns and blues of the sky, good shooting conditions continued through early afternoon. Hope you enjoy the images–thanks for stopping by.
