Loss is such a cold blow to the spirit…depression, dampening as a winter winds blowing through a valley, grabs hold and seems as if it will never move on. A feeling of isolation sets in…and if one could draw such emotions, I think they would appear as this little creature’s harshest deepening hour. Yet this critter is also resolute and stands firm against the worst of such a dark winter world. Can I not be as brave…can I not just try?
Vermont and New Hampshire Scenes of Anyday.
Supreme quality photographs taken with my Hasselblad and Nikon cameras.
Pictures taken from 1971 through present.
Signed, digital on photo paper. Any size up to 11 x 14".
