Liz and I visited an old friend of mine this week, a small stream in Middlesex where I’ve made thousands of photographs over the past 25 years. There have been times when I walked away without a single image, but the walk is always a delight any time of year, and more than once I’ve seen miracles there.
Liz sat and painted while I walked a few of my favorite pools. The stream was barely flowing and the sunlight hard and low. Still, my patience was rewarded as I saw several photographs that seem worth coming back to. Much like an old friend—still having a few surprises and not to be taken for granted.