There is a really special time of year around here where the weather begins to cool and the trees are cued to start to turn and prepare for their winter sleep. We always have a few weeks of a second summer – it gets cold and then we hit a week of gorgeous summer weather. This halts the leaves and it’s like they wait for that time to pass so they can explode into rich, glowing reds, oranges, yellows at every depth and brightness.
It’s the moment before everything begins to hunker down for the winter. I love it more than any other time of year.
The winter season is when I tend to stay indoors more often so my camera doesn’t get to go on as many outings as it does in warmer weather. This day, I was just going grocery shopping but decided to take my camera along.
I’ll find myself thinking that winter is ‘bland’ through the lens, unless you’re shooting something specific, because it’s either dead, brown twigs that used to be lush green trees, mucky slop on the roads mixed with sand and salt from the plows or pure, blinding snow.
Bland or otherwise, I went out with my camera and without even trying I pulled over at various spots along my drive and captured the things that caught my eye.
There is something complex and lovely about the way that winter looks, even though the colours are not as vibrant and everything is half hidden by snow.
It was then I realized that winter was just as lovely as summer. I had been missing so many chances to capture beautiful scenes around me that would only ever exist once.
So here’s to blindingly white snow, half-dead looking twigs and stems and the biting cold wind that ices and frosts everything in its path.
Reading between the lines, to me, does not mean seeking alternate motives between the obvious. Here, in this photo, reading between the lines is having a chance to notice the beauty in every layer. The leaves are nice, the trees are strong, but there are a million little motions and intentions at play in a single moment in time. I have no idea what is behind each of these things, but I can stop, capture and lose myself in the loveliness of the everything.
Everything counts. Everything.
I’m not sure if this happens everywhere – I suppose it does, if this species of bird is indigenous to the area you live in…or maybe birds do this everywhere and I’ve just never captured it until now.
It’s a single thought – One bird (who knows which one) seems to be making a decision for the entire flock to fly in a particular direction and they all go as one. Great masses of these birds will black out the sky – all flying in the same zig-zag patterns like they’re performing some sort of new Olympic sport. It’s spell binding to watch.
I wonder if humans act this way and we don’t even know it. From above, I can only imagine this is what we look like as we traverse from home to work through busy city centres. Only, we stop for a 7$ coffee along the way.
Happily home, on the back deck, sun shining down on my pale winter skin…and look who I caught, singing me songs just to make the day more magical: