The days are sunny and crisp and I find that I long to be outdoors as much as possible. We drove down Belle Plains Road in southern Stafford County to walk along the shore of the Potomac River.
By coincidence we met up with another photographer there. She was using a very long lens to take pictures of eagles and osprey, while I focused on an old work boat moored along the water’s edge. The gentle waves of the river rocked the boat. Sea grass glistened in the morning sun. Cormorants perched on the pilings and the sky was so clear you could see to the other side of the creek.
I was reminded of something Rebecca wrote to me recently. “That passion is not really about photography in the end, it is about art.” If it were only about photography, I’d have rushed over to ask the other photographer about her lens or camera settings or how she made images of wildlife. Instead, we worked in solitude together, each seeing and making our own art.