Getting out to photograph in this very busy time of year is difficult enough, but when I do, making a worthwhile image is still as difficult as it has always been. But, I'm happy with the two 'graphs below. They are of a willow tree I've come back to many times that sits at the edge of little parking lot on Round Lake in Monroe, NY. I've tried to interpret it in various seasons and weather, and these are yet another attempt. Willows are the last to lose their leaves, and their vivid color when all around them are in their skeletal winter guise, is always exciting.
I've been rereading Robert Adams wonderful little book on beauty in photography, and am again reassured that there's nothing new that matters except what is new for the artist. That that work makes a difference in the world of art at large is irrelevant. That it makes a difference in my life is essential.