I hope that is not bordering on plagiarism. The quiet, in this case, is cloud banks. Two days in a row I looked upwards and saw stars. Often that is just the arthritis in my neck, but yesterday and today it was a partly cloudy sky. So I set out from home in the dark with visions of colorful sunrises dancing in my head. Nope…just a thick line of clouds cluttering up the horizon. It is funny sometimes how clouds can be wonderfully spaced above yet, come dawn, they have all joined to create something thick and impenetrable. Obviously, those spaces probably still exist, but the angle of view has compressed them into a solid mass. Well, enough of that already.
This morning allowed me a few moments with some color in the sky above the clouds and I managed this non-prize winner from a view at Pelham Lookout over Quabbin. I do enjoy the angles and division of color, light and shadow.Afterwards, I decided to go into the park and see if I might get some images of beech trees in the fog. Per my usual bad timing, they decided to drop their leaves, thinking it was Spring already with all these warm days, so that did not work out. On the way out I stopped by a beaver pond next to the two lane highway that runs past Quabbin and made this image. I’ve always liked these trees….there had been one other rather spectacular skeleton of a tree that fell into the water a few years back…so I lined them up along with some of the grass hummocks and here is the result.It was a foggy day in Quabbin town. Actually, Quabbin is made up of four submerged towns, but that is another story and one already told a few times here.
Ciao, babies…it is almost Super Bowl time. 😎