Sometimes, I fall back on my first love in photography: pretty pictures. It’s part of what makes photography the great democratic art form. Everyone has a folder or phone full of pictures they think are lovely. I’m no different. Light, shadow, color combine to make something you can keep looking at, over and over again.
The roads leading west into New Hampshire were slick last Friday morning. The leading edge of the snowstorm the TV weather folks were calling the impending “Snowpocalypse” or “Deathstorm ’13” in their typically understated fashion, was already dumping snow on me. I was astride my Russian-made Ural sidecar rig headed from Portland to Fryeburg. It […]