This image was made on October 29, 2006 in the Little River of the Great Smoky Mountains. At just the right angle, a glowing stand of trees on the far bank reflects its hues of gold in the rippling waters of the river. Fallen maple leaves feather the rocks.
I am so filled with wonder in these moments. The whole spirit of a season seems to congregate into the rectangular bounds of my canvas. I like to refer to my film as a canvas, because that's precisely what it is. Film is a blank canvas waiting to be painted by light.
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