Day 1,907 of one photo a day for the rest of my life.
On this day last year (day 1,542): 94th Street.
Day 1,905 of one photo a day for the rest of my life.
On this day three years ago (day 809): Wheeler Wilderness Area.
Exactly a year ago a resolved to make a concerted effort to expand my audience online. The progress that I’ve made during the year has been immensely satisfying. Thanks to all of you for your continuing support and interest in this project.
Despite the good intentions no great insights today from a photographic perspective.
Day 1,904 of a picture a day for the rest of my life.
On this day three years ago (day 808): Taos Mountain. Need I say that this was cold?
Day 1,902 of one photo every day for the rest of my life.
December 30 has been a productive date for me so I’ve had trouble choosing a legacy photo. In the end I went with last year (day 1,537): Aleksandra .
Day 1,899 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
On this day last year (day 1,534): Cemetery, New Preston CT.
Day 1,898 of one photo every day for the rest of my life.
On this day two years ago (day 1,168): Night blizzard. One of my favorite images from the past five plus years.
Anyway here are some non-Holiday images taken with my Leica M Monochrom and an 18mm Super-Elmar lens.
Day 1,896 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
On this day five years ago (day 70): Monarchs. This is rare color for me these days. It was taken near Tualpujahua Mexico. Here we witnessed a remarkable phenomenon: there is huge annual migration of Monarch butterflies from Canada and the Northeastern United States to this mountainous region of Mexico, about a three hour drive from Mexico City.  The Monarchs arrive in early November, which coincides with the Day of the Dead – the pre-Spanish people resident in the area believed that Monarchs were the souls of their ancestors.  They cluster in very high density (estimated at about 20 million butterflies per hectare) at very high altitude.  It’s possible to visit them by driving deeply into the the mountains and riding a horse for about a half hour from a nomadic base camp.  It’s possible to walk, but not advised because the elevation is very high, 11,200 feet (3,400 meters) and the half day one is there is too short a time to become acclimatized to the altitude.  The Monarchs cluster quietly on every surface until the temperature goes above 50 degrees F at which point they take to the air in breathtaking density,  The Monarchs we see in Connecticut take part in this migration.
