I stopped at a favourite spot to take a few photos, snapping away until the bitter cold bit my fingertips. I could return to my warm car. What I saw and what you see sleeps outdoors, awaiting spring.
Category: Landscape
Cloaked
A windmill and the bush behind are graced with a cloak of white, courtesy of a late morning snowfall.
Softly
A winters’ morning light softly illuminates the landscape.
Early Morning: Shed and Clouds
The early morning light rarely fails to grab me, pull me onto the shoulder to take a photo or three.
Faye’s photos – Ramparts
Ramparts of ice futilely attempt to withstand winters’ latest assault.
Stalagmites?
At Point Pelee, a fierce west wind blew spray from Lake Erie onto these plants. Faye met them at their level.
Faye’s photos – Light and Dark
Faye was quite busy with the camera during our visit to far southwest Ontario, she has quite a good eye. During the next few days I will share several of her compositions.
Looking into the late afternoon sun at Point Pelee, light and dark dominate. Beauty is stark, austere.
Moon . . .
. . . no, not moonrise. Moonset, gauzed by nearly invisible fine, falling snow.
Ice and water
Ipperwash Beach, Lake Huron. No swimming on this day.
Bark
This sycamore limb at Rock Glen beckoned, asking to be photographed and shared.
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