I’m normally the type that needs to spend some time in a place to photograph it. Learn the light, plans my shots, explore every angle, appreciate the details. I’ve never had much luck as the weekend warrior type, but when I’m busy as hell and get a little window to get back to nature, damn right I’m gonna pack up the truck and find some quiet. Two recent weekends, one in autumn and another in winter, I had a few days to kill so I road tripped it to Maine and back. They were both incredibly wonderful and productive weekends. From America’s version of abandoned castles to mass migrations, frozen falls to painted forests, New England’s pretty great any time of year apparently, even if you only have a day or two there’s always something cool to find.
In The Loupe 