I’m finally catching up on my blog entries. Having gotten behind, I’d been writing and scheduling posts pretty quickly- hopefully not to quickly for all of you!
I can post a little more leisurely now. My most recent trip was the last week of October into November. If you’ve followed me the past few years, you probably know exactly where I was– the last week of October is always reserved for the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in Tennessee. Most years I’ve camped there, one rainy week I split my time between camping and hotels and a couple of years, like this one, I rented a cabin with friends.
Renting a cabin feels like the ultimate indulgence to me. I can get up pre-dawn and head out with my camera, spend all day wandering in the woods or driving mountain roads and photograph every sunset. Then, at night, I get to settle in with a few good friends, a fire and a hot cup of tea. The basic and not so basic comforts taken care of, it frees up a lot of my time to work.
When I arrived in Tennessee, the trees around the cabin were all green, showing not a hint of fall color. I’d never been in the Smokies on that particular week and not found full fall colors, so it was surprising. I used the lack of fall color to justify spending the first day or so catching up with my friends I hadn’t seen in months, so no complaints. Soon enough, I was venturing up to higher elevations where the fall colors were in evidence.
I’d been keeping an eye out over the past year for just the right set of circumstances – color, light and scene – to experiment with a particular photography technique. I found the perfect moment one morning, resulting in these:
It was an eventful trip, so I’ve several more blog posts in the works covering it.