A cold November day this past winter to be target shooting in Wyoming.
It was windy. And not the simply gusty kind of windy; no this was the kind where my cold-weather coat was on, hood was up, gloves on, wool base layers on and my eyes still teared and ran from the whipping cold air with sunglasses having zero effect in shielding them. It was a definite no-go. But I still snapped a few quick shots because even though it made for a miserable short time, our favorite shooting spot was ever beautiful in the strong and unforgiving way that Mother Nature is. Have to respect that.
Enjoyed this quiet Wyoming sunset a few months ago. There was something just right about having the bales there by the side of the road and the “Water 4 Sale” sign with the light pole that made it a good spot to watch the evening transition to night. Simple and peaceful.
Staring upward and feeling the sun on my face while walking through Cheswick Park, Richmond, VA.
I can’t quite put my finger on what it is, but there’s always been something about this picture I’ve wanted to blow up into a huge print and hang on a wall.
It still reminds me that in this quiet moment on a random foot trail, it was that perfect warm feeling you have when the sun seeps into your skin while being neither too direct or hot. I could hear small chirping birds about and the branches were so ever lightly swaying in the breezes shifting above, clicking against one another in time. The light was filtering through the leaves as they danced into this beam of light and then that one, like a kaleidoscope of leaves.
Simply a very fine day.
Because feeding time is never over.