You never know what you’ll find right in front of your face – I opened the door and – oh, wonder what that will look like up close
More of that sea fog, or mist, or – damn it, it’s cold!
Turkey! I never noticed the cool colors on these guys. This one below is cruising – check out the fly of snow at his feet. My friend, Ricky, told me to “bring him some!”
This is over in Blue Hill – near reversing falls – it’s totally frozen over – brrrr!
For weeks! I’d been passing this “crate Christmas tree”. First it was snowing, then it was cloudy, another day the sun was to low – but then, finally! Voila! Sun topper!
Then the next morning – this phenomenoun known as “sea fog” is what a patient called it – began – why, cuz it was so DARN COLD!!! 25 below. I mean, when the ocean freezes, that’s saying something, right?
Then a cold sunset! I hit up one place – not sure what cove its called (Weed or Webb, not sure!)
I bent down to pick up that lil sliver of GREEN sea glass (see it!) and thought – oh – frozen seaweed… what will look like up close…..
There is something savage about winter, the cold, the pure white that blankets us, the weight of snow that can bend trees that stand against the winds of summer, those branches bow in reverence.
The way the light flickers and reflects off the snow that crystalizes, like the glint in the eye of the devil who, instead of draping you in heat, cloaks you in cold.
The weight of all that frozen, essentially, water presses down into trees, and earth, roofs and anything standing. Winter brings many pressures: the clean up, the driving through roads unplowed, roofs that need to be up kept, heating our homes during the wicked cold that the freeze brings.
Snow tests us. How much we can carry, one slim human or branch can hold before breaking. We can bend, and sweep the ground, but not break. When the pressures of life, or of the snow, finally dissipates, and our spring emerges, we stand tall once again – unbroken by the savagery of winter.
After a long day at work, all I want to do is sit down and relax. That’s the light at the end of the tunnel, sit, kick back, read, study, relax put on some mindless TV show for a few hours and bask in the light thrown from the pellet stove.
Instead, today I went out in the chill and fading light to snowblow my drive, while my wife prepared supper.
I took the dog out for a run, and saw that the sun was setting behind the mountain before the house. Everyone knows I have a love affair with that mountain.
At this point, the wind started to whip and cool and all I wanted to do was go back inside, but I knew that the light, that ever elusive light was changing. So I ducked back under some trees to get shelter from the wind.
I was about to give up. No. Really. I knew my lens was going to be peppered with snow but I really wanted to see if the wonderful clouds were going to yield something spectacular to look at and better yet, take a good picture.
Then it started to happen. The golden moment.
I quickly played with one setting after another. Trying different things. My fingers frozen and shivering rather hard, but I was not moving until I got a few more shots. I like the cold anyway
A camera can never ever catch/capture/save for eternity what the human eye can see. The 3-D technocolored details. A photo is flat (No 3-D printer here yet!)
Sometimes sitting in the snow is worth it.