Another little foray into the world of black & white. Every now and then the mood strikes me. Or the light looks right, or I feel nostalgic for my old A-1 and some HP5+. Whatever the reason it’s good to work in a different medium sometimes and amid my scattered shooting, three shots come out strong enough that I’m okay with putting them out there.
Above is Gorham Bridge in Proctor, VT. I used to drive across this bridge on my way to and from work most days years ago, when I was back in VT on breaks from college. I’ve photographed this bridge many times over the years, still trying to get that perfect angle, in perfect light. On this morning there wasn’t a whole lot of light due to the dense fog bank that filled the valley. But that’s part of its charm. If you look through the bridge, you’ll see a truck on the road in the distance; I almost waited for it to leave, but then decided that I liked it as an element
Above, two different mornings and two different landscapes. The focus is the mountains and the play of light; in the first case due to the incoming cloud cover, with just a sliver of light punching through to hit the ridge line. And in the second, the light coming down again, this time through the fog. Both are very Vermont – mountains, farms, the things that everyone pictures when they think of the state.