Sunday, March 4, 2012
Ever come across a shot that you just like, but for some reason you can't put you finger on the reason? Well, I do, and here's a recent one that fits the bill. J- and I went out shooting a week ago or so, and I took him to a few of my favorite haunts. This place, near a run of dilapidated warehouses, will, if all falls into place, be the new home of the Red Claws, our D-League basketball team. All of the neat buildings and stretch along the Fore River will soon all be off limits. As we were pulling out of the yard of twisting dirt roads, this tree caught my eye. I was going to leave it for another day, but thought better of it. R. Frost was echoing in my head, I guess. It isn't going to grow majestic. It ain't too pretty either, but I kind of like this scraggly old birch.