This afternoon I decided I’d go out and take pictures. It was a sparkling day though bitterly cold. I wore a sweatshirt under my coat along with ‘convertible’ fingerless gloves, work boots with thermal socks and earmuffs.
For equipment there was “Clicky,” plus a wide and two telephoto zoom lenses. I have a new tripod–very lightweight. I took that too.
Photography is better when the Sun is low in the sky. I guess shadows are pleasing as is the redder color of late day sunlight. Photographers call it golden light.
I headed to Sleeping Giant looking for a brook that runs sometimes. Would there be enough melt to bring it to life? No.
I drove to the Mill River. It’s a really picturesque spot, but I’ve been there too many times, especially in this weather.
Back up Mount Carmel I took a turn onto Hillfield-a very quiet rustic street. A half mile away Eatons Brook passes under the road in a culvert.
This is a little mutt of a brook, passing through backyards in zigs and zags. At Hillfield the downstream river takes a sharp left than back right over the course of fifty feet. For photographers this is perfect. All angles of the brook are easily accessible, often just by standing at the edge of the road.
Some folks were getting into a car in a driveway I half-blocked. “What’s the name of the stream” I asked? They didn’t know. I suspect it’s nameless to most people. There are no signs.
This time of the year the river runs swiftly. As long as there’s sunshine there’s some melt every day. Rocks and other objects in the shallow bed are covered in snow to the waterline.
My last step was Jepps Brook. It’s the HDR shot at the bottom of the stack. This time of year it’s too snowy and slippery to walk to the river bank. This is another stream I shoot as it passes under a road.
