Sugarcoating Winter (IV)
Sugarcoating Winter (I)
In light of my mild case of cabin fever (exaggeration included!), I continue building up what's turning out to be a nice winter collection of macro photography. Perhaps, I'll even get around to updating something other than the blog portion of this website!
Orange out of Nowhere
I'm somewhat limited in my ability to run around with my cameras at the moment, so I make the best of my surroundings. This means a whole lot of macro photography! Luckily, the minute changes in winter precipitation make it quite worthwhile.
Frost
Maksim Gorkiy, in The Artomonov Business (1925), writes:
Prayer words—resembling demands—flew out like white steam out of those round mouths, turning into frost on the eyebrows and mustaches of bass signers, settling into the beards of merchants who sang along discordantly.
Sacred Oak
"No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell." (Carl Jung, of course)
Sometimes the sacred oak is just frost on the sidewalk.