With the arrival of April came a period of waiting.
Whenever I find myself in uncertainty, I busy my hands. My mind searches for clarity whenever it can find it.
I normally set my camera to let the background fall away, soft and indistinct. On this morning, I chose differently. I stopped down to f8 and allowed more of the world to come into focus.
The orchard revealed itself in layers.
Many peaches were nearing ripeness, warm red-orange against fresh green leaves.
Others scattered across the ground, abandoned in various states of decay.
Some shriveled tight against their pits, others opened and softened, the work of insects and fungus already underway.
A few appeared untouched, dropped without explanation.
The sunflowers had grown taller since my last visit. Still only leaves, no buds yet.
As the sun broke over the tree line, the mist in the air shifted to gold.
Phlox and grasses held dew, catching the light.
Blackberries moved through their stages – buds to green to red to deep purple, all present at once.
Nearby a Jersey cow grazed, two cattle egrets its companions.
Back in the orchard, the light filtered through the cadaghi canopy and met the moisture in the air, forming visible rays. A phenomenon I always wanted to photograph, finally captured through my lens.
Walking the rows, a pair of peaches caught the light perfectly, suspended in deep shadow.
Not far away, others still on the branch showed signs of brown rot. The infection would spread if left, each one needing to be removed to protect the rest.
Beyond the orchard, the light highlighted the equipment pavilion next door.
I lingered there for a while.
Looking. Waiting.