In the flatlands, the sky stretches virtually if not completely from horizon to horizon. The immensity, the feeling, of it cannot be captured in one regular image.

In the flatlands, the sky stretches virtually if not completely from horizon to horizon. The immensity, the feeling, of it cannot be captured in one regular image.

A wet, ‘sticky’ snowfall was caught and held by all it contacted. Our redbud tree became a work of art.

You may recall that I photographed this tree last fall and Faye suggested visiting it during succeeding seasons. Today was a good day to visit in winter, and look at it from a slightly different angle. It was perhaps the most wintry day of the season so far. A light blanket of snow drapes the cornfield; the only thing I could not capture was the -9C temperature and roughly -15C wind chill. Winter, indeed.
I will revisit sometime in the spring.

This Live Oak tree epitomizes the word graceful. On a hot summer day, change one letter to describe the feeling of resting under its canopy.
Grateful.

A firework splashes colour and light across the night sky.

The sky’s immensity dwarfs everything below.

The glory of sunrise. The glory of a new day, a beginning. Everything is possible.

Dense fog transforms a stand of teasel across the road into a suggestion, a dream, an Impressionist painting.

A bit of greenery wears diamonds, treasures of dew conjured from thin air. It’s important to make time and effort to see the small things right underneath us.

Morning frost on an old roof created an unusual, and unusually beautiful, landscape.
