When driving back to my Vermont studio on autumn mornings, I’m inclined to take more circuitous routes than I do on summer days. Perhaps this is because I love a foggy landscape, and backroads are less traveled. I can pull over most anywhere and not get in the way of traffic. Sometimes I will stumble my way through a half mile of bramble to get a look at light on a flooded meadow. Such are the delightful things you can get away with on solo-drives, when no one is waiting impatiently in the car.
Weatherhead Hollow, in process