I’ve been so wrapped up in going out to shoot in this great weather that I haven’t been posting.  I hadn’t realized it had been ten days since my last entry.

For some odd reason I have come to prefer the cold weather.  Part of it has to do with the opportunities for photography and some of it feels a bit like revenge.  I grew up in southwestern Pennsylvania and for many years our driveway was two ruts going up the side of a steep hill.  The driveway was long and we shoveled the snow by hand, not a lot of fun.  Now the driveway in Indianapolis is flat (if rather long) and I clean it in the winter with a good snow blower.  There is great satisfaction seeing the snow in front being thrown off to the side leaving a clear path behind it.

There is a spareness to the winter that I find particularly appealing.  Plants, or their remains, which would have gone unnoticed in the crowd of other plants in the summer, now stand by themselves, stripped of that which we call life but nonetheless still beautiful.

If all we see is the dead and withered stems from last year, we also know that there is a root that is awaiting its opportunity to put forth more bounty.  It won’t be long now.

In the meantime, there is winter and its particular beauty.

Dress warmly and go enjoy it.