#9 summer solstice 2015

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At this point in the Virginia June I love the long grasses. Over and over again I try to photograph fields. I never quite capture the mix of grass and daisies, insects, movement, and mix of close-up and distance all in the same instant. On my evening dog walk around the pond I chose to walk below the dam to stay in the shade. Walking on the path along the interior of the field it was as if the field whispered "here is the best vantage point." As I got to the edge of the tall grass a sound stopped me. I am hearing impaired so I stopped and focused to see if I could discern the source. As it is too early for cicada or grasshoppers as best as I could tell it was a mass of dragonflies. The sound would die down as several perched among the grass stems, and then the volume would increase again as they flew on.

09-white-field-2015.jpg"A path is a prior interpretation of the best way to traverse a landscape."
--Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

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