Swirling Shadows
And Then There Were Two
Ice Lattice
February Moon
You might think I am weird for staring at puddles, but that is where you find the Moon.
In all honesty, I'm just happy that after weeks of fog and cloud cover, we get to see the elusive one!
And darker yet:
Between Winter and Spring
It's that time of the year when the world (that is, one's immediate surroundings in the Rocky Mountains) exists between winter and spring. The town melts and freezes as sunsets leave traces of yellow in the puddles beneath one's feet. The winding path ahead glistens with slush creating fairytale-like patterns, as it disappears into the reflections of the trees and clouds alike. Neighborhood deer march in droves to munch on last year's plant life suddenly revealed by warmer temperatures. The mountains, on the other hand, are still occupied by Old Man Winter, who keeps threatening to descend onto the town and paint everything white all over again.
They Are Watching
Against the Sun
White and Blue
The Birds
Once upon a time in the pre-digital age, I preferred black and white...until I learned to work with color. With some exceptions, colors, both muted and vivid, are usually what I love. Yet working on a decorating project involving my imagery of birds, black and white provided the kind of standardization that it needed. Here are some of them:
