Come When You Call
Owl's Nest, Adirondacks, NY.
It is a thought in your head, the whisper of a lover, a chance you have to take. I usually plan to go out into the wild, but there's times when she calls, and says I have something to show you. Something will be special on these days, a certain light, a dramatic sky, a different perception. A vague idea leads you to a place and you stop like a planchette on a ouija board. On such a day, I came across the last plateau not long after sunrise, and took the narrow path climbing the east side, to the summit of Owl's Nest. Clouds poured over the horizon behind Cascade and Pitchoff Mountain. This is one of my favorite places, a short, steep hike with a 360 degree view, but the view north is the most dramatic. Even at this lower elevation , the slightest breeze chills you fast on an open summit, and I worked quickly, this image being one of my last set ups, six vertical images to be stitched together later. She hadn't dazzled me; in fact she had subtled me, letting a landscape full of accents grow into a vision, somehow gentle, somehow harsh. I packed up; the day was still young, I had more to be shown. Think about me. I'll come when you call.