We went to check on the Skunk Cabbages at Hanging Bog Preserve today. There were just a few peeking out in the little brook that comes off the seeping hillside. The brook was burbling along as it usually does, even on cold winter days. Today it was trimmed with a heavy lace of ice along the edges. These coalesced into a patterned sheet of ice as the brook spread into the little wetland along the preserve border.
So ice became the subject in the shelter of the hill. One of us looked for abstracts (tan) while the other searched for faces (blue) in the ice. The light played over the surfaces in blues, whites, tans and grays. The sand and pebbles under the running water added to the colors and textures. We have an interesting group of files to read and interpret like clouds on a summer afternoon.
It was sunny, crisp and so still that we could hear the flap of the crows who flew over. Two Barred Owls observed us from tall trees. A small flock of chickadees came to see what we were doing along the brook. Photography is more than an art. It is a way to really experience the quiet beauty of a winter’s day.