January 24, 2015
Irrigation Pipes
Since moving to Bend, Oregon, road trips to California pass through some lovely farm country northeast of Mt. Shasta. Along a stretch, a field of old weathered irrigation pipes lay just off the highway. On a recent trip home, the late morning sun glowed softly behind a blanket of wintery gray clouds. The diffuse light bathed the landscape which reflected in rich pastels - ideal conditions.
What I though might be a 20-30 minute exercise turned into nearly 3 hours. I made numerous photographs (multiple times) as the light dimmed and brightened with the changing densities of the passing clouds. The image here, represents one of my initial favorites, highlighting the broad variation of texture and hue characteristic of these worn and weathered life-giving tools.