Winter Treasure. Winter is coming. Cold winds blow. The mountains frosted white. Deep in forest as the cold takes hold, icy treasures glisten. Changing, new, from day to day on the whims of the stream. There for the taking diamond white, jewels created of ice.
“Windswept” Get more of less HERE.
Seasons Change Windswept and frigid. Lonely, beautiful in frozen solitude with just one other sharing the alpine majesty. Only the winter wind breaks the silence. Clouds fill the sky over sun warmed summits. Trails come alive with mountain adventurers. Seasons change, the mountains remain.
Feeding my soul at 5,000 feet. The mountains are my church, and the windswept summits are the altar upon which I find solace. In The Church Of Ice And Snow. Many worship behind stained glass, or under minarets. My place of worship is in solitude, high on a mountain ridge as I watch the sun… Read More
My Winter Photography Isn’t All Grand Scenic Landscapes. Sometimes it’s the little gems that catch my eye. Here, in my latest article for the New England Photography Guild, I write about the hidden jewels I find along the way to those wonderful mountain vistas.
The object of my affection. While out photographing yesterday we came across this beautiful rustic cabin. With its rustic charm and field-stone fireplace, I could easily “downsize” for a simpler life. The cabin alone is a place I could easily call home. Add the spectacular view to the equation and I call it Heaven.
Does the water, as it rushes past the ice hanging in crystalline beauty, realize they are one and the same?
A bird in the hand… …Is the coolest thing EVER!
Hues That Move me. Golden autumn leaves caught in a confusion of currents Pure white of freshly fallen snow Vibrant green of an intricately patterned leaf Layers of blue and pink prior to sunrise See more entries for this weeks challenge HERE
Patterned In Green. I eagerly await the arrival of the false hellebore every Spring. This extremely toxic plant, with its deeply patterned leaves, is one of my favorite plants to photograph. Patterned In Ice. On my way home from a winter photo shoot I took a route I seldom travel. I’m very glad I did.… Read More