This is the edge of a small meadow about a mile down along the spine of the ridge from the houses. We call it the Far Field, but the hunters call it the Back Field.
back field
This is the edge of a small meadow about a mile down along the spine of the ridge from the houses. We call it the Far Field, but the hunters call it the Back Field.
Very cool. Love the mist and hoar frost. Looks like a very wild place.
Dave Bonta: Not as wild as it was when I was a kid. After the interstate was completed south to the PA Turnpike in the mid-90s, we began getting a lot more noise, and the Far Field was one of the worst spots, because a ravine on the western flank of the ridge carries the sound up.
That's one of the great illusions of nature photgraphy, though, isn't it? This presentation of an ideally silent, pristine world.
The delicate treatment that captures the precious light as it reflects off the ice on the branches is just stunning. I am applauding you on this one, Dave.
Dave Bonta: Thanks, Kathryn. Of course, it was one of those almost accidental, afterthought shots!
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