Over there, off to one side, another tree. Two trees, each watching the other, keeping the other company. One obviously older, having seen more, able to share with the other knowledge of the past. They both watch, as the man on the side of the road takes pictures before vanishing down the October Road.
It often happens that an idea does not become what one wishes. The execution in the moment seemed like it would work. But the realization when editing is that not much can be recovered from the available information. So, what to do? I’m not one to just give up and walk away. I will take time and play with sliders and curves to see what I might create from the data. The October Road yields an interesting possibility.
Perfect blue sky, perfect still water, create a mirror that reflects the autumn colors in a small lake along the October Road.
A Wednesday morning drive through northern Wisconsin and all alone.
It’s usefulness has past, time is now taking it’s toll on what is left.
Much of the western part of the U.S. consists of wide open spaces and driving through these areas exposes the traveler to amazing vistas along the way. I can’t recall how many times we would crest a pass and see nothing but miles and miles of space all the way to the horizon. Then you would climb again and there would be another vista of the road going on for miles and miles to the horizon. Next time I make this trip I intend to stop more often and capture some these amazing vistas.
