The weather was cold yesterday – barely up to zero with a biting north wind of 20+ mph. With those conditions I chose to work inside for the day. I walked past the south window several times, looking at the patterns in the snow as they changed throughout the day. Eventually they called me outside to photograph. The sun is still relatively low in the sky, making for some wonderful lines as it slid through the fence and threw its light on our meager snow. There were bits of leaves and tree debris that danced across the pattern, and a rabbit had made its way across the yard and its footprints slashed through the light and the dark. Sometimes it’s the light that pulls the scene together and tells the story.
When the temperature is -26 degrees, the places that I will point my camera for interesting photographs becomes much more limited. As our multiple days of subzero temperatures bottomed out, I found myself inside looking out, through the beautiful patterns of frost on one of the windows. Intricate and fascinating, it was back-lit by a neighbor’s light in the distance. I found myself going from one side of the window to the next looking for patterns that would show the detail. And when I stepped back to see the pattern in full, it reminded me of the delicateness of a green fern. Within a few days our temperatures moderated and the winter beauty on this window evaporated by the welcome sun.