It is hard to believe that in just about a week we have gone from half a foot of snow, to 60 degrees, with daffodils blooming, and my spinach sprouting. Soon I'll be able to break out my flip flops again.
I hope I'm not jinxing myself when I say, good bye winter, you were fun, but think it's time we see other seasons.
You've hidden a lot of beauty in the bleak gray landscape, I suppose this is a toast to your last wind.
I recall that Byron Baldwin gave my class a piece of good advice. He told us that sometimes we should simply walk out the front door with our camera, and see where it leads us. Sometimes the most simple advice can be the best.
Photographing at night just seems to make pictures more compelling.
More photos after the break:
Or as deep as the winter can really get here in the south...
Last night the low dipped down into the single digits here in Charlotte. It is the coldest I have ever actually experienced. But I have learned that my excitement coupled with the proper outfit will let me stay out shooting much longer than I expected.
The rain barrel has been up to it's old tricks again. As the predicted low for tomorrow is 9 F, I believe these won't be the last you'll see of the ice.
When someone comes to my door early on a cold morning and says there is something you just have to see, only one thing goes through my head. "This better be good."Thankfully, it was.
Overnight, the water in our rain barrel decided that it had gotten tired of having a flat surface, and chose to spice things up. The result is somewhere between organic, and geometric, but completely amazing.
As the sun climbed higher, the ice's surface shifted from mat and opaque to lustrous and clear.
I had a hard time believing my own eyes, and I went out over and over to shoot the shifting ice scape throughout the morning. I was just so fascinated with the complexity and beauty that had grown so quickly overnight.
The closer and closer I looked, the more beauty I found, and it was all built simply out of water.