Last weekend, I went for a walk on the farm where my husband grew up. It looks different this year, as most of the trees have recently been cleared and a new crop of pines will soon be planted. What interests me on this walk are the muted colors, textures and grasses. The grasses have gone dormant for the winter and are matted down from heavy rains and where the deer have created paths.
It was an overcast day. By the time I worked my way back to the house, it had begun to rain. I was ready to warm up by the fire and have another serving of turkey and dressing.
Instead of working on a tripod with a wide-angle lens and an f-stop of f22, I’m hand-holding a 50mm lens at f1.8 and going for a little blurriness around the edges. Sometimes it’s good to change the routine.