Winter Light

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Lens-Artists Photo Challenge this week is natural light. Featured image is early morning sun on a frosty landscape. Below, the light flooding in the window overexposes the image. Can you see the woodpecker I was trying to capture?

Here the daylight was just perfect to capture the contrast of colours:

Light breaking through the clouds on this very grey Winter day lends an almost Gothic air to the photo.

18 thoughts on “Winter Light”

Hammad Rais says:

March 14, 2021 at 3:51 am

That frost morning sun capture is certainly wonderful 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 14, 2021 at 9:15 am
  
  Thanks. Do you get frost?
  
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  1. Hammad Rais says:
    
    March 14, 2021 at 3:16 pm
    
    Nopes.
    The lowest temperature ever recorded in my city, since my birth, is 1°C!
    
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  2. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    March 14, 2021 at 7:36 pm
    
    Nice!
    
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-Eugenia says:

March 10, 2021 at 10:36 am

Beautiful photos, especially the first one. I love the colors.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 10, 2021 at 12:39 pm
  
  Thanks Eugi!
  
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  1. -Eugenia says:
    
    March 11, 2021 at 10:16 am
    
    😊
    
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Perpetua says:

March 9, 2021 at 4:44 pm

Love the different moods of the ligthing.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 9, 2021 at 4:48 pm
  
  Thank you
  
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Deborah says:

March 9, 2021 at 11:19 am

These are very beautiful! 🙂 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 9, 2021 at 1:05 pm
  
  Thanks Deborah!
  
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Tina Schell says:

March 9, 2021 at 8:27 am

Love your frosty winter scenes V.J. they remind me of Currier and Ives scenes from Christmases past. I must agree, there is always something to discover!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 9, 2021 at 8:29 am
  
  Yes! Thanks Tina.
  
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Liz Gauffreau says:

March 9, 2021 at 7:57 am

I really like these studies in light. I do see the woodpecker at the feeder.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  March 9, 2021 at 8:22 am
  
  Thanks Liz. My husband won’t go out with his camera unless the light is just right, but I think there is always something to discover.
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    March 10, 2021 at 7:19 am
    
    You’re welcome, V.J. I think you and your husband are both right.
    
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  2. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    March 10, 2021 at 9:11 am
    
    Lol. That doesn’t help, Liz!
    
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  3. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    March 10, 2021 at 9:14 pm
    
    Ha ha! 😀
    
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