121/365: Axis, Bold as Love.

Something about the smell of fresh hay in the moonlight...reminds me of summers long gone, youth squandered in nights of restlessness in the countryside of North Carolina. Such a sweet smell, even if it reminds me of days past, I still love it...

Hit the road around 10:30 pm to find some night shots. The moon didn't come up for an hour or so, and I grabbed a few shots of these haybales before it made it up. Used a combination of long exposures on the tripod, light painting with my headlamp from the left, and, eventually, moonlight coming in from the right as it rose.

-llg