Circles by Teresa Boardman
Captured during an evening drive along a muddy dirt road in Custer State Park, South Dakota, this image encapsulates the profound stillness of an untouched landscape. Free from the visual clutter of power lines, cell towers, or aircraft, the scene invites the viewer into a moment of absolute serenity. The photographer utilized a 28mm focal length to frame the expansive, quiet beauty of the terrain, emphasizing the raw, natural character of the environment. This photograph is award-worthy for its ability to translate the silence and solitude of the American wilderness into a compelling, meditative visual experience.
Teresa Boardman
Based in St. Paul, Minnesota, Teresa Fisher Boardman is a dedicated photographer, writer, and licensed real estate broker. Since acquiring her first DSLR in 2008, she has cultivated a deep commitment to the craft, focusing her lens on landscapes, urban night scenes, and architectural forms. Her work is frequently influenced by the water-rich environment of her home near the Mississippi River and the surrounding lakes, reflecting a keen eye for the quiet, structural beauty found in both nature and the built environment.
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The umber of the churned earth, reminiscent of a Morandi still life, anchors the frame, while the sky’s pale, bruised violet—that fleeting, melancholic hue of a winter dusk—stretches toward the horizon with a quiet, aching grace. It’s a palette of profound, hushed solitude that makes my own heart stutter with a sudden, sharp longing for the silence of those South Dakota plains; one finds here a chromatic harmony that feels almost sacred, untainted by the modern world.
The evening light in Custer State Park doesn’t just fall; it settles, heavy and patient, upon the mud. Teresa waited for that precise, cooling hour when the land finally stopped breathing. I’ve stood in such silence, and it’s humbling. The 28mm lens captures that vast, circular emptiness so perfectly that I find myself holding my breath, waiting for the wind to stir the grass. It’s a rare, quiet grace, found only when you stop rushing.
The horizon line cuts the frame with surgical precision, anchoring the expansive sky against the rhythmic undulations of the terrain. It’s a study in spatial tension. The tire tracks don’t merely lead; they dictate the viewer’s path, creating a fulcrum that balances the heavy foreground. I’ve rarely seen such disciplined geometry in a landscape. The negative space is handled with cold, calculated intent. It’s a rare moment where the frame doesn’t collapse under its own silence.
Most landscape entries I see are cluttered with unnecessary drama. What separates this from the rest is its restraint. By focusing on the rhythmic, concentric tire tracks in the mud, Boardman forces us to confront the fragility of the wilderness. It’s a quiet, haunting reminder of our own fleeting presence. I felt a genuine ache looking at those circles; they’re a perfect, temporary scar on the earth that will be gone by morning. That’s why it endures.
The mud here doesn’t just hold tracks; it anchors the earth to a heavy, suffocating silence. I’ve stared at these ruts until my eyes ached, searching for the light that refuses to break the horizon. It’s a bleak, honest geometry. Heidegger argued that truth happens when we stop looking and start dwelling. I feel a sudden, cold shiver looking at these circles. They aren’t just paths; they’re the dark, circular logic of a landscape that’s forgotten us.
Wonderful work Teresa. Keep up
I like this. The lines are smooth, colors are great, it is simple not cluttered. A good balance of subjects. Thank you for sharing your work. J
Great photo T! You do such a wonderful job capturing the great outdoors.
I knew here back when…
Nice job T.
i disagree that the dimensions and lighting are the only thing that stands out. i think the color balance is brilliant, and the composition is great as well.
i loved this photo,very beautiful :D
Very nice picture here. Well done.
the dimensions and lighting, not the compostion or substance are the only stand outs in this picture.