
A few weeks ago, I wrote on this blog about my bewildering afflictions with big skies and the moon, which crept into my life when I was not looking.
I may have found the perfect synthesis of both my reluctant obsessions in this photograph for the day, which I made last weekend. It reminds me of early summer weekends in Italy in a different and seemingly distant life.
Made? Yes, a photograph I made. You do not take photographs – taking is intellectual substraction – you make them.