“Winter Afternoon Light”.
Photograph.
Dave Saums.
$245.

Size: 20″ W x 16″ H.
Framing: Professionally printed, matted, and framed. Framestock: Larson-Juhl “Tribeca” classical ribbed black wood frame; Mat: 8219 “Snowflake” (textured bright white)

Subject: Unusual late winter afternoon sunlight breaking through ground fog over snow-covered field and trees, clouds breaking up on the horizon.

Artist’s statement:

I have enjoyed serious photography for five decades as a means of recording what I see, what catches my eye as unusual or as worthwhile. On Christmas Eve in 2015, I found a rather unusual light breaking through a combination of what appeared to be ground fog over the snow-covered landscape in Kensington, at the very edge of the town line with South Hampton. Facing to the sun, disappearing behind and then reappearing from a cloud bank, I could not not photograph such an ethereal scene. As often happens in winter, there is much more color to be found than one might expect, although on this afternoon, very muted as the light dissipated towards the end of the afternoon.

Subjects that I have always pursued including railroads, including steam and diesel locomotives and both freight and passenger trains; many landscapes and seascapes everywhere; wildlife and especially elk, deer, herons, and owls; lighthouses; barns; and old buildings and structures of all sorts. I have found that photography is not only a creative outlet, but it can also very much be an important tool for recording, from an historical perspective. Many of the photographs that I took in small towns in upstate New York in the 1970-1985 period are now seen as very unusual, very descriptive of what once was — and is no more — and not quite so long ago! I have also spent considerable time photographing steam locomotives in the UK, on so-called “heritage” railways in that country, and high-speed passenger trains in Germany and France — and roses and fresh-cut flower in storefronts on the streets of Paris. So many small pieces of our lives can be such small snippets, but that make up so much of the tapestry of life.