The seasonal cold hit our house this week, and not wishing to share it, I locked myself in with mugs of lemon and honey.
An ice storm blasted Sunday, so we were happy to stay put. Ice and compromised balance do not blend well. Then, before the ice could melt, it snowed. Another good day to stay indoors.
On the third day, after some much needed sleep, I decided that my lungs could use fresh air, so I snuck out early armed with camera.
Signs of the ice storm were still visible.
Our rural landscape transformed into a misty monochrome dream. I drove with the windows down, inhaling the crisp air, listening for birdsong. Chickadees, Downy Woodpeckers, and Blue Jays flit between the barren trees and tall pines. Too quick for my lens, but the company lifted my spirits.
Stopping on a bridge, I captured this wintry scene, marvelling at the clarity of reflection on the frigid water’s surface.
I’ve been dreading the onset of winter months, something we have avoided for the past three years. Now that I have discovered the pleasure of photography, I am looking forward to the discovery that lies ahead.
Beauty really is to be found in all moments. I am grateful for that.