When the light’s a certain kind of intense, I really love my photos in black-and-white. Just a few minutes before sunset…my last walk of the day passing our wee side meadow to the back meadow and below to the bosque. Passing alongside gramma grass, drying and curling for the winter, wind-broken taller spikes of feathergrass in the back meadow. The low angle intensity of the sun.
Dazzles my old brain.