Fresh Cuttings

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to wander, with my camera, around the most lovely sawmill. Surrounded by piles and piles of texture, light, lines and activity, I was overwhelmed with ideas and not at all sure where to start.  I think the sweet bright smell of fresh cut wood went right to my head.  I took a moment to stand still, to absorb the place around me and then I let my camera take the lead and let the shutter fly.  

There are a lot of images to sort through from my hour at the mill, these are a couple of my first impressions.  

(Maybe some snippets from yesterday's camera practice will make it into an upcoming Curiously Adirondack.)