Looking through the images from the other morning when I was out around seven a.m. after our first real frost here, I noted how much they reminded me of Matthew Brady’s scenes of the Civil War battlefields after the cannons and guns had stopped. Bodies strewn, anonymous, wasted, lifeless and only the value arrangements of photography left to note what vitality had once been living on the land.
A Killing Frost, 10.24.15, 2015, Archival Digital Print