Prostrate on a cold and snowy hill at the end of March, angling the lens up toward the distant sunset, was the only way to get the composition I wanted. And so I was wet.
Montpelier
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Prostrate on a cold and snowy hill at the end of March, angling the lens up toward the distant sunset, was the only way to get the composition I wanted. And so I was wet.
Montpelier
Purchase larger prints of this image here.
