Last year, winter was mild in my area. This year, it is back to normal. So in honor of an actual winter, I’m taking some time off The Big Project to bring you snow photos.
First, I went to the local forest preserve, a well-known area I can safely navigate in the snow.
Water had oozed out of the limestone bluffs and formed murky icicles.
The creek was mostly frozen, with small areas of running water breaking up the ice.
Back home, I went to check out the spruce. It always has interesting ice and snow deposits.
Winter. It can be annoying, but it can also be beautiful. Live with the bad, love the good.
Next Time: The Big Project Continues – Transparent
I was going to do a post on waiting for spring, but our string of unseasonably warm temperatures was broken by another snow. Here are some photos of the melting and ice.
It finally snowed in my little corner of the world. Fortunately, there wasn’t much ice. My sister’s car, Howie, might disagree with that last sentence if he could talk.
Last weekend, I went out to enjoy the snow at a nearby forest preserve. Since it was a sunny day, I passed a few other people, including four cross-country skiers.
I’d wanted to photograph these odd pitcher-shaped features on this tree for several months, but I never could seem to get the lighting or angle quite right. Now that the leaves are gone, it works much better.
I love the way this stump sticks out of the snow, covered in fungus for added texture.
Even after the snow, the dried remains of a few flowers hang on.
The world is full of all sorts of interesting patterns and designs. This fallen tree branch is one example.
Ice on the small creek in the park was at various levels of thickness. Loose snow and rippling water gave it a sparkling look.
Next Time: Vintage Camera
It’s about time I do another camera post. Courtesy of my uncle, my father has an amazing new addition to his camera collection. I have arranged to borrow said addition for my next post. I think you’ll like it.
Well, this isn’t Christmas decorations, but it’s not archive. I went on a spur of the moment photo hike today, and I thought it would be better to do the Christmas decorations next week and show you some of the ice and frost we’ve been having in my area this week. We’ve not had any real snow yet, and the frost melts off by midday. However, it’s enough whet my appetite for the visual landscape to come.
Here, the ice along the creek complements the leaf trapped in it.
The ice forms various patterns in different locations along the creek.
This leaf is covered in frost. It looks practically sugar-coated.
Next Week: Christmas Decor
I know I can find some archive at the very least. I will most likely finish what I started this week, or perhaps add some more.
Last week, temperatures in my corner of the world were unseasonably high. Snow melted, rain fell, and hope of spring was brighter than ever. The beginning of a new week brings us a reality check: snow and ice present and forecasted. However, spring is coming in about a month, which is some small comfort to impatient people like me.
When I long for something, I find myself easily reminded of it. I can’t wait for the tender shoots of spring greenery to rise through the ground. Bowl handles of all things reminded me of these shoots. A little tweaking was needed to make them greenish.
Like most people, my family keeps a few houseplants. I suppose this custom of keeping plants indoors began as an attempt to prevent insanity in the outdoors/green-thumbed type during the long winter months. It helps, but it doesn’t exactly work. Although the plants are pretty, full-blown cabin fever will eventually set in.
The newest edition to the flora of our home sits proudly atop the fridge. Yes, on the fridge. We were gifted with a lovely Amaryllis which happens to be toxic to our dear pussy cats. The top of the fridge is about the only place our athletic pussies can’t get to. This beautiful plant seems to defy winter with its long stalks and brilliant flowers, bringing a welcome bit of cheer into the bleak winter. Though winter may still be with us, the signs of things to come are here as well.
Next Week: Cameras
My father and I both collect old amateur format cameras, which I’ve been threatening to photograph for some time now. The time has come. I think I’m going to start with instamatics, but I might pull out a box camera, disk camera, or my first camera. We’ll see.