We spent the early months of the pandemic at my father in law’s small farm, in the northern Catskill Mountains, where social distancing required little effort. I spent the days wondering the property and driving the surrounding environs, documenting whatever I could in order to keep myself busy and grounded. One morning walking up the tracks left in the dirt by tractor wheels, I was struck by the way light was falling on the lone reed reaching out from the tracks. The isolation and barren state of the land was common to late winter. The reed spoke to the isolation of pandemic restrictions. I choose to process this photograph in black and white to emphasize the feeling I witnessed with my camera. This image will add curiosity and mystery to any room, home or office.
Available titled and framed, in two sizes – 11″ x 14″ and 16″ x 20″