In February, amongst Yellowstone’s geysers, the earth’s breath ascends into a frigid winter day.
I’ll lift you and you lift me, and we’ll both ascend together. — John Greenleaf Whittier
In December, freezing rain brought widespread power outages; the damage to trees, especially the oaks, epitomized a brutal side of nature. A lesser storm iced the roads again this week, while another brief round may arrive tomorrow.
There’s no such thing as bad weather, just soft people. —Bill Bowerman
In a new year, my first new picture, for the Weekly Photo Challenge: New.
We’re having a respite from high temperatures today, breezy, cool, and rainy. Not this cold, of course, once upon a winter at a small lake in the Oregon Cascades.
“It isn’t necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.” —Frank Zappa
What attracts us to our photographic subjects? In 1982 this was just ice on a sunny January afternoon, a moment enjoyed for its crispness and clarity, its abstractness. Suggestions. And I moved on. Now, another question—why do I see it this way today? That’s probably as unanswerable as the older question I didn’t pause to consider all those years ago. So I’ll continue looking at things, differently when I can, and not worry unduly about unconscious motives, or correct answers.
“It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers.” —James Thurber