“I am the eagle this August morning. First to feel the horizon pierced, first to see morning’s marsh expand, color chasing night’s shadow before the sun, summer’s songs rising. I breathe the world.” C.G. Baker
“Weeping Beech, Winter’s Day”
I had the good fortune today to find enough time between doctor’s appointments to detour through Gates Mills. Many of you will recognize Chagrin Valley Nursery from the beautiful geometry of the plantings. I’m convinced whoever designed this landscape must have done so knowing it would make a remarkable painting or image. Stopping in the middle of River road I took this shot at midday. It was during a particularly heavy squall which made for perfectly diffused light. A weeping birch stands in relief in the foreground (right) providing more perspective to the scene. I hope you can feel the wind sweeping across the landscape.