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When I was about fourteen years old my next
door neighbor, Bill, took me bow hunting for the first time down a little
grass road in the woods like this. Throughout two seasons we would walk to
our seperate spots, where we would sit quietly in camouflaged clothing and
wait for deer. Even though I now do all my hunting with a camera, this
image, more than any, revives the memory of those days, walking quietly
and observantly through the forest, and then sitting peacefully thoughout
the evening while the shadows and the light slowly fade toward dusk. The
forest having instilled its silence deep within me, I would then rise to
rendezvous with my hunting companion, and together we would begin our
journey home, retracing our steps quietly along a road like this. I have
shot many images similar to this one. To me, what makes this one stand out
is the opening at the end of the road. It offers the viewer a destination,
a little meadow, a paradise in the wood, a place of reprieve. |
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