To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has it’s own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Winter, if there is a season people love to talk and grumble about, it’s Old Jack Frost. Personally, it never ceases to amaze me how our little corner of the world transforms into a showy, beauty. Every blow, snowfall or melt, completely changes the landscape around me. It challenges me to go out and try to capture it with my lens.
Every winter also brings an added bonus to our woods. We are visited each year, by a local herd of deer, drawn in by our cedars and the promise of stolen birdseed. As soon as the snow melts, we bid Adieu, until the snow falls again.
Of course winter is also a very busy time at the bird feeder, we have a large cast of regulars that let’s me know when things need to be refilled.
As I write this, spring is on the cusp. Snow is melting. The sugar maple trees are sharing their yummy bounty. Small streams are winding through the woods. Ever changing, beckoning me out to explore, and capture.
Thanks for dropping by.