This week we had another snow day.
There have been so few of them, I'm compelled to highlight the magic, once again.
This time, from a different perspective.
Snow piles up on the bony fingers of bare branches , creating dazzling visual effects.
The contrasts bring out things you'd otherwise miss.
I can often tell which way the wind was blowing during the snowstorm by looking at the wild sage.
A tall weed bows under its colossal load.
It's odd to see a remnant of fall in February.
For some, letting go is hard to do.
There have been so few of them, I'm compelled to highlight the magic, once again.
This time, from a different perspective.
Snow piles up on the bony fingers of bare branches , creating dazzling visual effects.
The contrasts bring out things you'd otherwise miss.
I can often tell which way the wind was blowing during the snowstorm by looking at the wild sage.
A tall weed bows under its colossal load.
It's odd to see a remnant of fall in February.
For some, letting go is hard to do.
The patterns of the branches can be dizzying.
If I knew how to dab with paints, this scene would beckon me to grab my palette.
Instead, I create the effect digitally. It's somehow cheating, I know.
Since today I'm dreaming of warm weather,
this final version of this winter shot reflects the longing of my heart.