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Late Fall in the Catskills |
Throughout this time, I became compelled to capture the magnificence of what I saw, heard, and felt in the Catskills. To a certain extent, perhaps I have succeeded in sharing a portion of the visual beauty of the mountains. But a photograph is only a few words on an otherwise blank page when compared to feeling of the winter wind on your face, carrying the scent of balsam with it as it quickly travels by. A singular moment is something to behold, but when experienced in quick succession, a series of singular moments become alive.
I now accept that I can never truly encapsulate in one medium what I enjoyed over the past two and a half years. So I encourage you to extend the boundaries of what you know as home and include in your new boarders not only the places you find along the way, but also the people. Those you meet will guide you, compass in hand, to heights you never thought you could reach. That's what I have learned from doing the 35.