|Digital original, 8 frame stitch|
Ingrid and I had come to the banks of the Petitcodiac River, and found the mud, usually soft and squishy, baked hard by the afternoon sun. With great hesitation, Ingrid tried walking on the mud, and found it only lightly marker her feet. Minutes later we were working on the cracked riverbank, and making slow progress out into the mud, photographing as we went.
|Digital original, 2 frame stitch|
|Digital infrared original|