The Red Kayak Society
Tucked away on the golden edge of a Catskills campground, this rogue red kayak was caught loitering among the foliage—clearly guilty of matching the scenery a little too well. I was mid-break, camera down, snack in hand, when the scene casually unfolded like a postcard that wrote itself. Sometimes nature composes better than I do. All I had to do was press the shutter and try not to trip over my own awe.
Shot handheld (and slightly lopsided from granola imbalance), in peak fall color, with just the right breeze to ruffle the lake but not the mood.
Tucked away on the golden edge of a Catskills campground, this rogue red kayak was caught loitering among the foliage—clearly guilty of matching the scenery a little too well. I was mid-break, camera down, snack in hand, when the scene casually unfolded like a postcard that wrote itself. Sometimes nature composes better than I do. All I had to do was press the shutter and try not to trip over my own awe.
Shot handheld (and slightly lopsided from granola imbalance), in peak fall color, with just the right breeze to ruffle the lake but not the mood.
Tucked away on the golden edge of a Catskills campground, this rogue red kayak was caught loitering among the foliage—clearly guilty of matching the scenery a little too well. I was mid-break, camera down, snack in hand, when the scene casually unfolded like a postcard that wrote itself. Sometimes nature composes better than I do. All I had to do was press the shutter and try not to trip over my own awe.
Shot handheld (and slightly lopsided from granola imbalance), in peak fall color, with just the right breeze to ruffle the lake but not the mood.