![]() I peek around a tree hoping to get a few shots and not disturb his solitude much like one would when photographing a rare bird. I was not the only one braving the mist and the chill, a boatman committed to his old river friend is giving him a tune up, stripping off the peeling varnish and wood and bringing the boat back to life, ready for new adventures on the river. ![]() You might get lucky enough if the light breaks through just right to get that perfect reflection in the river where a half-submerged boat poses for you. The film gives the pictorial a timeless feeling, capturing one of nature’s glorious gifts which for eternity has taken place on the river’s edge. ![]() Shooting black and white is clearly the way to go when nature has already dictated the palate. The Dordogne River in winter is a monochromatic dream of overhanging dew-laden dark woods surrounded by thick fog which hovers tenderly over the river’s banks. I grab my camera, put on my rubber boots, bundle up, and head down to the river. The lure of fog is hard to resist even if the light peeking through the bedroom curtains makes it seem a lot earlier than seven in the morning. We never have to worry about flooding, well… never say never, but the house sits on a rocky cliff endowed with the view of the river and a large island that is the home to hundreds of ducks, herons, geese, and countless other birds with their litany of bird song, peeps, and squawks a certified bird sanctuary thanks to one of our neighbors. Life and conversation are centered around the river and as the seasons change there is much discussion about whether the river has ever been this high or this low or this full of canoeing tourists or swans. Our home is perched overlooking the Dordogne River in the small hamlet of Vitrac Port in Southwest France.
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