Continuing with my Leni Riefenstahl theme this is a wall of ice I stumbled upon the other day driving on a back road in New Hampshire. I pulled my prizm over and whipped out Bessa the rangefinder and engaged in a little reportage. That is reportage pronounced in a way only people who don’t speak french but want to sound smart would pronounce it. Oh dear.
Other than that, Spring is my favorite time of year because the rivers over flow into fields leaving gigantic chunks of ice and snow. This year because the weather has been really awful, they seem to be larger than I can remember.