Wet Paint. September 23, 2011Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: Autumn, bog, Canon 24-105mm f2.8L IS USM, Canon TS-E II f2.8L IS USM, deerfield river, fall colors, fog, New England, plainfield, rain, Readsboro VT, Route 100, Southern Vermont, tilt-shift photography
Well, it’s officially autumn, and the weather here in Southern New England is emphasizing that point by turning gloomy even as it paints our trees with surreal colors.
Yesterday (yeah, I know, “not officially autumn,” but close enough) I finished work in Plainfield as a persistent light rain slowed to a drizzle, and I snagged this shot of a bog with a floating sphagnum mat:
I liked the tableau enough to work it with Elliot, to an end that is considerably better than this blog format allows you to see.
Anyway, I got inspired, and came home from work through Southern Vermont (another “close enough” moment) and was delighted to be dogged by showers interspersed with fogs. The West Branch of the Deerfield river parallels this stretch of road, and though it Taketh Away a good many of the culverts and bridges along this stretch of the road, it also Giveth some lovely views:
My work was complicated by my desire to show the place as still beautiful despite the ravaged river bed; many otherwise lovely shots would have conveyed more of the latter rather than the former, but my intention here is to let the world know that Vermont is still, and perhaps more than ever, worth visiting – your dollars, from gas money to lunch to lodging will be appreciated.
This section of Route 100 is, um, “CLOSED,” but if you pass that sign you might notice the smaller sign saying “to trucks,” because there’s a dirt road reach-around up ahead. I went for it, and basically had a lot of road to myself:
The colors aren’t yet anywhere near “peak,” but the fog between showers caught my eye.
Right where the actual detour kicked in (and yes, it turns to dirt before it’s over,) the Deerfield dodged southward through a deep gorge, disappearing into a snag of pines and fog as the light took a turn towards night:
A mile farther east the river would roar back to the road, eating Readsboro’s lunch and bridges in a span of 24 hours. Road crews are still working on that, but a passable roadway isn’t far off.
Except for the first one, these shots are all from Ollie, my 24-105mm tele lens. Nice piece of glass, that boy.