The past few mornings have been calm, dewy, foggy, misty. Yesterday morning I stopped to drink in the quiet. This scene, looking back to the early sun, struck me. A burst of white light illuminates all. The trees and clouds add welcome softness and irregularity to the scene.
. . . . back then you (and I) didn’t. This photo was taken at virtually the same spot as the one below. What a difference a few days makes.
The other day, this grand maple tree across the road reached out. It stretched out, straining to reach, grasp what warmth the sun had to impart. On a minus 10C day nearing the end of a long and cold winter, that warmth was very welcome. We joined the maple tree.
ETA: I neglected to include the photo!
While stratus clouds at the east edge of a snow squall blushed at the first touch of sunlight, the steam plume emitted by a power plant remained in shadow, awaiting the suns’ kiss. The corn stubble already feels the suns’ faint, frosty caress.
I went for a drive along and this tree on Marthaville Road caught my eye. I was almost compelled to stop and photograph it standing against the backdrop of the mid-level clouds and the other trees nearby.
I took a few photos on the way to work. Nothing dramatic as our town was on the edge of the squall to begin with, so after a mile or two on the road conditions were much improved.
Looking north along the edge of the snow squall.
A little farther west. Also looking north.
I stopped yet again a few miles farther to the west of the squall and took a few more photos.
Looking back east at the squall, the sun beginning emerge from the clouds made for a remarkable scene.
Finally, all clear to the west. A crystalline morning.
Through the window screen.
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