If you know me, then you know I hate fall. Fall is unjust. Fall is cruel. Just as I’m getting a taste of summer sun which I’ve waited the better part of a year to arrive, it gets pulled right out from under me and we begin that miserable descent into New England’s bleak and endless winter. That what fall says to me. No fun in the sun for you!
But as I’m putting together Floyd’s coffee table book – from 3 sessions over the year – I find myself looking forward to the snow. . .cold breaths. . .gray skies. . .winter. . .Because how bleak can it really be when you have more photos like these to look forward to?
