With the exception of the barn, which would be to your right if you were facing this landscape behind the camera, I only photograph here in the winter. There are many places that change significantly with snow and the flat light of an overcast day, and this is one of them. Slept in till 0600 and waited for sunrise to leave with the Hasselblad for Bond Falls and the Middle Branch of the Ontonagon River. I stopped at the Bluffs in Bessemer and this farm field before the long drive down M-28, almost to Trout Creek. Can’t drive this way without thinking of my friend, Tom, who passed away from liver cancer a few years ago, as his land and log home are near Bond Falls.
“If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.”
― Kahlil Gibran