Saturday, November 18, 2023


I'm hard up for new material and was looking back at some infrared pictures I took in Forest Park last summer. Green foliage looks light gray or white in IR. Still, it makes me think of the Robert Frost poem: Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though. He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow.               

1 comment:

William Kendall said...

It certainly resembles a winter scene. We've had snow, but the ground isn't cold enough for it to stay as of yet.