A visit is never complete without a stop at Presque Isle Park - and a place that is always different. The wind was howling pretty good along the lakeshore, and the waves were pounding the breakwall.
I didn't take any photos on the West side of the park, as the wind and driving snow was too fierce to even think about taking out the camera!
The next morning after Thanksgiving, I went over to the Dead River N of the city. There was a thin layer of snow on the ground, giving everything a crisp look. The light - very flat - was great for reflections off the river.
I shot two rolls of b&w with the Nikon, so it will be fun seeing how those came out.
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Lindas as suas fotos, são emocionantes e bonitas. È uma aventura cada uma delas. As fotografias nos ajudam a montar a nossa história de um jeito amplo. Parabéns!
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