THE LAST KISS OF LIGHT
Last autumn, while visiting Mystic Seaport Tall ships museum in Connecticut, and strolling back at the end of the day, I saw this little stream and decided to walk up a bit and there was this house engulfed in light, vegetation and water, as I was carrying all my photography paraphernalia, before taking any picture, I just sat down and submerged myself in this bucolic intimate landscape. My mind rushed ages back to one day, with not much to do (very uncommon), while at Cambridge England, I took a pant up the river Cam and on a little stream there was this cottage, I rested for some while and painted the scene in my mind like a watercolor.
Back to present, I noticed that a couple photographers had followed me, and just sat to enjoy the scene, when the last rays started caressing the grass, we all rushed to take some photographs, and parted away with this mellow filing inside.
I have washed up some areas as to recreate the old picture in my mind.
Hoppe, you enjoy it.
THE LAST KISS OF LIGHT
Last autumn, while visiting Mystic Seaport Tall ships museum in Connecticut, and strolling back at the end of the day, I saw this little stream and decided to walk up a bit and there was this house engulfed in light, vegetation and water, as I was carrying all my photography paraphernalia, before taking any picture, I just sat down and submerged myself in this bucolic intimate landscape. My mind rushed ages back to one day, with not much to do (very uncommon), while at Cambridge England, I took a pant up the river Cam and on a little stream there was this cottage, I rested for some while and painted the scene in my mind like a watercolor.
Back to present, I noticed that a couple photographers had followed me, and just sat to enjoy the scene, when the last rays started caressing the grass, we all rushed to take some photographs, and parted away with this mellow filing inside.
I have washed up some areas as to recreate the old picture in my mind.
Hoppe, you enjoy it.