I almost gave up on this daily photo project today–after immersing myself in photography for 16 hours a day in Maine, picking up the camera was the last thing I wanted to do. Yet once again, my moral conscience (aka my husband) urged me on, so I ventured to my local park, braving heat, humidity and mammoth mosquitoes to get this shot of what my family has dubbed the Ewok bridge. I’ve shot this before, but this evening, somehow, the light was just right–even if my attitude and enthusiasm were not.
(And a note here in response to James’ suggestion that this is the perfect subject for my IR camera–indeed it is. However, I just received the most recent issue of Lenswork Magazine, which is a tribute to the acerbic, witty and curmudgeonly Bill Jay, who quips that a good photographer is one who knows how to use infrared film, but doesn’t. Kind of put me off the IR stuff for the time being.)