The sun has been in a cloudless blue sky for most of my trip so far. I’m getting a little tired of it. A little overcast would open up the photographic possibilities. Yesterday I had a couple hours of cloud cover, and I immediately took out the camera with the black and white film and went into the forest. The sun reemerged, and that was it. Done.
Today I opened myself up to the possibilities that the sun did provide. At a pulloff on Hwy 112, the Kancamagus Highway across the White Mountains, the riverbed was a glossy, smoothed rock. You could sit anywhere on the rocks and there was a pre-formed depression just right for your tush. It was a very nice spot. I wasn't expecting the possibilities to be any different than downriver, where there were just boulders and hard shadows, so I sat and enjoyed the view. I closed my eyes and listened to the river, and felt the smooth granite beneath my behind. When I opened my eyes I started seeing photographs. Normally I would want subtle shade for this kind of environment. But I looked into the sun, and the rocks glistened in specular reflection. There was my shot—hard sun, on the rocks.
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