I grew up in Central Michigan where bedrock was simply not visible. Even after 35 years here in Vermont, I’m continually astonished seeing the “basement” of our planet everywhere I look. Who can resist the huge interstate road cuts, the areas of shaly ledge that cut across the pastures, the bald granite tops of the mountains and the small and large holes from which stone has been quarried?
Many photographers have been enchanted by quarries, perhaps most notably Edward Burtynsky, stunning work that I recommend highly. Some of the old quarries are now easily and safely accessible, amazing to be able to see them in different seasons and all kinds of light. Earlier this week both the light and the water were flat, wonderful conditions for seeing abstractions in the rich patina of stone mirrored in the water.