"In the depth of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer." Albert Camus
The moods and faces of winter have been on display in multiples since this past November when a long warm "indian summer" dropped into the depths of winter. While frigid cold has not been one of the biggest events the passage from heavy snows, to bare winter soil, to frosty fog, to wild winds and blasting blizzards have kept things varied and exciting. While my experiences as a livestock farmer were inclined toward hating winter, being able to sit inside and watch the snow blow and swirl has been more of an enjoyable pastime as a retiree/photographer. Sculpted drifts, frosted branches and sundogs have made for a ever changing slide show of visual experiences.
The blog image is a couple of trees that I visit as often as seasons change and then some. All of the elements are there...at least for my creative needs, of rural fence lines, broad horizons that open to both sunrise and sunsets, and a gravel road with a twist. The two trees serve as the main subject except when the occasional combine or tractor finds its way plodding down the road or a setting moon lays above the horizon. On this particular evening I was laying in the snow covered, corn stubbled field eyeing the wave patterns of snow and waiting for the setting sun to splash a light wash of color across the surface. At the same time the clouds rolled in from the northwest to add dimensions to the sky which enhanced the composition.
While this was the final "catch of the day" it doesn't define the process to setting the hook. I was across the road in the opposite field, then on the road, then at the turn of the road, then laying on the road, then, after dodging a car, I hurriedly ran to set up for a shot with the car, then on the downside of the road shooting upward, then on the edge of the field and finally where this shot was captured. Laying at almost eye level with the snow, inching from one direction to another, to finally get all of what I wanted confined into a viewfinder space. If I hadn't "diddled" around with positions and thinking, I might have missed the color of the setting sun, but I doubt it.
The more time I spend with my camera the more aware I become of the endless options and opportunities that each season brings for finding those special moments....even if it is laying in the middle of an Iowa corn field in winter.
Thank you all for visiting and I hope you can enjoy the clicks of the winter season.
For more views of my work visit;
Arts On Grand, Spencer, Iowa http://www.artsongrand.org/
Lanesboro Art Center, Lanesboro, Minnesota www.lanesboroarts.org
Summer Wind Gallery, Arnolds Park, Iowa http://www.summerwindgallery.com