Field Notes

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Farm Cats

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First Cut

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See It My Way

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Shetland

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Summer Morning

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First Snow

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Photo © copyright by Toby Skov.

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Silent Season

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White Mist

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You'll Awaken

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Ready For Spring

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Cow Kisses

There is something about a photographer equipped with a weird camera composing on a ground glass that brings out the curiosity of a cow. The other images are some of my favorites captured this summer.
Photo © copyright by Toby Skov.

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A Mother's Love

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I'll Be A Traveler

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Softness And Light

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Bless The Morning

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Ice Triptych

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Watercress at -15°F


It was amazing to witness and photograph this spring fed creek for multiple days as temperatures fluctuated between -8 and -18°F. The ice would form on its edges and creep in and recede with the daily temperature swings. All the other streams in the area were frozen solid, but the ever present bubbling of spring water kept the ice at bay on this special spring creek.

. Photo © copyright by Toby Skov.

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Spring Creek -17°F

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Spring Creek -16°F

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Spring Creek -14°F

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Fall Triptych


Images captured in a place where the skies are a little bluer, and the stars shine a little brighter.
Photo © copyright by Toby Skov.

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Aspen And Sugar Maples

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Summer Rain

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Nothing Left To Give

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A Quiet Place

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Last Bloom


Wherever I am in my travels I will often wonder what a particular spot looked like in the past. It is the land that has been covered in concrete that I often daydream about, wondering what it looked like before being changed forever. Sadly sometimes daydreaming isn't necessary.

I have driven by this pasture almost daily for the past twenty five years. I have seen fox and deer in its meadow, and every March I admired the blooms along its fence row. I knew time was limited, as suburban sprawl was fast approaching. Then one morning, there they were, dozens of bulldozers tearing up the meadow. I watched as trees were shredded and piled up to be burned, and top soil was mounded to be hauled off. My heart was heavy with the realization that this little patch of earth would likely be covered in concrete for generations. 


Photo © copyright by Toby Skov.

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"Why is it that the destruction of something created by humans is called vandalism, yet the destruction of something created by God is called development?" -Edward Abbey


Photo © copyright by Toby Skov.