Winter Sky
The moody sky continues to brood; the snow within still a distant dream. The earlier dusting is ethereal and thin, like my breath in the crisp air…here for a moment, then gone.
Sunless Rainbow?
Though it was completely cloud covered on this November day, somehow a sliver of rainbow appeared in the sky! If you look closely around 10-11 o’clock, you can see it too.
Door to the forest
Not all who wander are lost….but in this case I was lost for over two hours in an unfamiliar woods. It was the best thing that ever happened. Discovered some amazing landscapes and even more brilliant trees. Felt a calling to wander ever closer to this particular forest’s edge.
Fly By
Geese fly through a cold winter sky. There’s a hush in the air. The grey clouds are heavy, laden with snow, but yet it resists the Fall. I wait, watching, anticipating it’s arrival, but only the wind touches my face. I can feel winter’s cold hand. It grazes my cheek, but will not wrap me in its white robes, will not envelop me with its embrace. I have been here waiting, from the sun’s bright ascent to the close of the day, but it does not fall. Winter’s snow holds back from me, like a reticent sparrow, peeking from the trees, unmoving yet aware, unsure of my intentions, though I offer only love.
Grey Morning
The beach at Wells Maine, one early October morning before my 9 hour drive home, alone. It was almost like the sky reflected the mood in my heart.
Ghost Bird
The Hermit Thrush guards a small nook in the moss covered rocks. Jumping behind ferns, it becomes a blur; a rustling shadow, a yellow light. What fairy land does it protect? Where does it go? Of what places does it know? Hidden behind the green, moving among the unseen, a ghost bird beckons us softly, cautiously showing the way.
Creeping Ice
The ice receded, though some people saw snow fly this morning. Rain, mud, and decaying vegetation all around. Spring has come. Now I wait for the return of my beloved Winter. Gone, but never forgotten.
As Above, So Below – The last days of Winter
Technically it’s the first day of spring, but this image sums up my feelings about it all. I’m always sad to see the Winter leave. This was taken in February at the Marsh. I’ll be looking forward to seeing more Winter next year (or in a week or two if the “Powers that Be” still favor a late snow, like in the past).
Sycamore Over Water
Another view from the Marsh. The sycamore tree is particularly beautiful in the winter season and one of my favorite trees to photograph.
Rainbow inside a Cloud
Tried to capture this unusual effect of light and ice crystals in the sky. The images aren’t the best as I was a passenger in a car at the time. Took these out of the window. I’ve since learned that this phenomena is called circumhorizontal arc or “fire rainbow”. At least, that is what it appears to be. It is hard to covey the full effect with these photos, as the clouds were in constant motion. I did question the circumhorizontal arc theory because cirrus clouds don’t seem to be involved. They looked far more like cumulus or stratocumulus clouds. Maybe this effect is simply “cloud iridescence”. Not sure how to tell. Regardless of what it is called, it was truly beautiful and a lovely way to end the day.
A face in the snow?
Captured this unique image from the bridge over-looking a small creek. I was fascinated by how much it resembled a profile, like faces from art-deco paintings I’ve seen or architecture of that ilk (maybe I just thought this because of the juxtaposition of steel girders from the bridge). It’s also a little like Jack Frost himself, blowing icy cold wind over the parks and glens. That works for me too. (I kind of like winter *understatement*). I’d be curious to hear what it evokes in other people’s imaginations.
Faerie House
Note from the artist: This house was hand made by myself (T Wells) and my nephew (B Wells) who is working toward becoming an Eagle Scout. We crafted the house from scratch, collecting birch bark, pine bark, moss, and pine cones. We picked up some unique fixtures from a local reuse store (drawer handles, antique door hinges) The walk way was made from cut and polished stones (I have a rock hound – and core member of the Che-Hanna Rock and Mineral Club – in the family). The swing was made from scratch by my nephew. The little bird house and trinkets in the diorama weren’t made by us (everything else was). Those items were all found in a box of ‘doo-dads’ that had taken up residence in my attic. The house was built from cardboard, then covered with the bark, moss, and pine cone parts. It took us a couple days of non-stop work to make the entire set up. The house stands 15″ tall, 11″ wide and about 11″ deep. The diorama is about 3 feet by 2 feet and contained everything from a bird bath, small pond, and miniature table with tea cups and flowers (which can be seen in a couple of the shots). The day it was all photographed, we had quite a fight with the weather and sunlight, leaving me disappointed by the quality of the photos. We had carried the entire piece 2 miles out into the woods looking for the “perfect spot” to set up. It was quite the production. The photographs do not do it justice. Hopefully I will be able to take more pictures at some point in the future. (And bring another 2-3 people to help carry the set up someplace more inviting). I want to thank my nephew for his dedication and assistance in this project. He did a great job.
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