The Housatonic Valley
A Photographic journey along a Wild and Scenic waterway
On the mornings when fog sits on the Housatonic River and the trees dissolve into amber early morning light, the valley feels like a wild, untamed frontier - like it belongs to another century.
This is a series of photographs from a corridor in the northwestern corner of Connecticut that most people pass through on the way to somewhere else. They drive Route 7 and miss the solitude and drama of this beautiful region.
They were taken in a small geographical area - essentially between two covered bridges, Bulls Bridge and Cornwall Bridge - but don't expect chocolate box New England scenes. This series documents the landscape, the whitewater, the ridge lines, the falling waters, and the weather. I keep coming back to the same stretches to capture changes across every season.
The Housatonic Valley often catches me off guard, but it always inspires.
Ever-Changing, Always Wild.
A River for All Seasons
Flow: Unseasonal Winter weather created heavy thaw conditions and this tumultuous flow of meltwater on the Housatonic River at Bulls Bridge.
Nikon D850 : 35mm : f5.6 : ½ second : iso 32
Winter’s Kiss : Winter sunshine gives life to the river following a heavy overnight snowstorm.
Nikon Z 7-II : 20mm : f22 : 3/5th second : iso 64
Freshly fallen snow blankets the world in silence, broken only by the river’s restless journey downstream