The heft of an old Minolta

It was a damp, drizzly day here in Blacksburg, fuzzy cloud blankets snuggling the mountain tops.  There was no direct light, just a gray, overcast sky – a perfect backdrop for the saturated colors of slick, wet leaves, dripping and mostly green, but with October pops of yellow, orange, and red.  And a perfect diffused-light … Continue reading The heft of an old Minolta