Maggie's Farm

Looks to be a view from the Kancamagus Highway. God Lord, I love that stretch of road. When I was a kid my family would overnight in Lincoln and we would invariably stop at Lower Falls to swim. Later, as a teen, I would go to places like Sabbaday Falls with my friends to take greater risks in the cold, White Mountain streams. (Nathaniel, if you're reading this, you're lucky you can still walk).

The first time I dabbled in photography I traveled to the Albany Bridge over the Swift River in the White Mountain Region and took lousy photos with a battered Minolta Maxxum 7000.

Weeks before my friend Brian died in a skiing accident we drove the Kancamagus and talked of God. It was in the midst of a violent, beautiful snowstorm. We stopped on a utility road and walked into the woods. All I heard was the sibilant hiss of the falling snow, the wind wailing and moving the pines, and the otherwise enormous quietude of what seemed for the moment a virgin earth. I was an easy place to believe in God.

So many memories from one photo...