Route 81, Route 11, and then a bunch of other roads that just looked interesting.
33 Clicks Through The Windshield On A Saturday Drive Headed North
Route 81, Route 11, and then a bunch of other roads that just looked interesting.
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Route 81, Route 11, and then a bunch of other roads that just looked interesting.
As I often do when traveling through and near Philadelphia, NY, I decided to check in on the dairy farm, formerly owned and operated by my Grandparents, Beatrice and Merrill Tryon. They had moved away many years ago and as the years passed since that time, the once-loved and meticulously maintained farm gradually declined. Each trip I make past the farm floods me with wonderful memories and simultaneously breaks my heart to see what now remains. This particular visit was especially painful.
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Between the beauty of the Fall and Winter seasons in Upstate, New York, there is a time of sparseness. The leaves have fallen and have been blown into dense piles against unmovable objects. The sun remains low in the sky and the temperatures are equally shallow. Summer colors have all faded down to variations of brown and grey. Wind becomes common and night begins far too soon.
It is also a time between the relaxed state of Summer and the effort-laden experience of Winter. Gradually every trip outdoors requires increasingly more clothes and coats, and extra time to pull frost off the car windows and bring its interior temperature into a comfortable range. The motorcycles have become nothing more than large objects to walk around and climb over inside the garage.
It also is a time of transitioning the way I capture photographs. Finding vantage points behind things that block the wind or using the relative comfort of the car become more common experiences. Longer lenses and working the gear with gloves are clear signs of this annual period of change.
Thoughts about composition start shifting away from being able to capture images from any location down to simply the things that can be observed from the continually decreasing quantity of vantage points. And as the snowbanks increase, pulling to the side of the road to capture a moment goes from being something common to being completely impossible and quite dangerous.