For about a year and a half I worked as a consultant, writing code for old computers that used the Pick operating system. One of the clients was in Columbia, Maryland, which coincidentally is where I moved. At lunch I had an hour to kill so I would do some wandering, and eventually came across a small wooded area.
I ended up returning to the area on a regular basis, taking a series of pinhole images. The path could not have been more than fifty yards long, but I came to find the numerous possibilities it offered. This was the first image taken from that location, and sent as a postcard.
This image reminds me of a Robert Frost poem.
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