I’m losing interest in the cold beauty of winter.
I’d previously stated that photography had the power to make me forget about little things like…the cold…frostbitten fingers. What was I thinking? My fingers were so cold, I lasted 20 minutes the other day when I got this picture. I’m ready for 70 degree temperatures again!
The first photo walk of the year was with Andy, and we traveled up Mount Baker Highway for some pictures of snow and ice. It’s bare and dry in Bellingham, but an hour up the road it’s still a winter wonderland, and it will be for some time.
It is really difficult to take a decent picture of snow-covered things! Without much contrast, the camera doesn’t pick up the small details your eye sees. So, I tried to find what color was available. This small, ice colored branch is one example. More to come this week!
”In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” ~ Albert Camus