Somehow or other, one never tires of looking at the lattices of a weathered cedar fence all wrapped up in the granular stuff of winter, at ice coating a branch or the gently rounded contours of a snowy tump in the woods.
One would think that there are fewer things about to capture photos of in winter, but it isn't so, and morning by morning, my memory card fills up with frozen scenery, then the images make their way into this computer to be cropped and sized before occasionally appearing online or on a greeting card.
It's a calm and quiet world this day, but beyond the windows is a deep paralyzing cold that goes right to the bone. There is really no need to use words to describe everything when my camera says it all in sweet blue silence. When strung together, my bumbling words are inadequate and redundant, but such is life, and that is fine too. Sometimes, the task consists simply of getting out of one's own way.