Many of the plants in our garden are in bloom now. Here, the spirea.
Mere words fail to describe how lovely these crocuses are.
Another day blazes into existence.
Flowers bloom amidst tall grasses.
You would scarcely guess that an industrial facility is behind me.
Water, ponded around a drain, froze into an array of needles and spikes.
These patterns of frost on the car this morning survived the drive to work. I was compelled to capture them before they disappeared.
Before going to sleep for the day, the setting moon brightly shines above a still-dark soybean field.
It’s good and important to look around, to find beauty in your surroundings no matter the season. Beauty can be found even in a dry winter – subtle differences in the shades of brown, tan, and grey become more prominent.
Having said that there is nothing wrong with anticipating this summers’ colours. This photo of last years’ dianthus is something to admire, and look forward to.
Winters’ austere beauty has arrived – perhaps a little early by the calendar, at the right time for the season. Even during a -8 afternoon there is something to admire. Here it was the delicate shadings of grey, green, and off white.