After photographing yesterday’s dewy false foxglove at the end of Winsor Dam in Quabbin Park, I walked around the corner to the Spillway to see if I could find another abstract along the idea of my ones a few weeks ago.
I usually have to wait for someone else to see something in one of my photographs, but in this case I see a face.
At the entrance to the road along the spillway is a gate that is sometimes closed but generally open. As I approached the gate, I heard a quiet whistle suggesting I look its way.
Looks kind of lonely, doesn’t he?
Looks kind of lonely, doesn’t he.