On some nights, you just know when the light is going to make the sky a fiery orange…..
Sometimes you take a few pictures and the light shifts again, different refractions on the sky, the water, on the atoms in the air….. and you come away with a whole different look….
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.
My wife, god love her, as I do, isn’t an outdoors person. I am. ATVs, hiking, walking in the woods, going off and finding abandon houses, tramping along the railroad bed. But, I did get her to climb Haystack Mountain! Whooot!
The hike up was great, the sun was nice, and a few good pictures were had!
We often forget what is just in our back yard, and the gorgeous world that is around us, every single day. Cotton Candy Clouds on a Bed of Blue….
A few of these might make it up onto our wall one day. Was a great, short stint up rocky terrain.
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.