Hoarfrost isn’t a weather event I’ve ever seen before personally. But, the small ice crystals that coated our property the other day after a fog rolled in during single digit temperatures seemed to fit the bill, on a smaller scale. They weren’t the long, spike-like formations I’ve seen in more extreme pictures, but it was still impressive to see covering everything in sight. The photo here was a close-up of the edge of the railing on our back deck.
This tiny Dark-eyed Junco was doing all it could to only keep one miniature foot in the snow at a time in a 2014 snow in Virginia. It was only after watching carefully for several moments from 25 ft away that I noticed it changing feet every few moments. Not to worry though, just out of camera range were 4 feeders I kept filled in the back yard it had a feast at.
A brilliant red Northern Cardinal popping against the snowy background of the nearby woods.
Coming in for a landing to peck at seeds just under the snow.
Sometimes I find myself turning my camera to record something that may not have the components of the perfect picture, but is an effort to keep something to remember about a moment.
In this instance, I’d pulled off on a random exit between Wyoming and Colorado, driving unknown dirt roads, following the sunset with my vehicle just hoping for a good photo. Unfortunately, no matter where I went, power lines remained in frame. Resigned that this just wasn’t the night for an epic sunset shot, I leaned back against my Highlander and took in the beauty of the moment as the light faded.
But I forgot about the power lines when instead I studied off to the side, the soft hues the approaching rain took on while it seemingly floated below the clouds. The shades of the sunset against the mountains varied from smokey blue to shimmering gold. The fields and farms took on warm, earthy tones and somehow the green of the crops and trees melded seamlessly into it all. It was a modern-day shire: Quiet, comforting and glorious all rolled into a brief, 5 minute moment. I could have stayed in that moment all night.
It was almost as if the universe said, “Sorry about not getting your photo, here’s a perfect moment of tranquility and earthly beauty you’ll remember for years to come instead.” And I did not feel one bit slighted.
A final transfer of prior travel photos from one location on the blog to here. I visited the coast of Maine in 2011 for a gray and overcast weekend. There was truly so much more to see but the visit was more to visit friends at the time. Hopefully someday I’ll be able to return and see more.
Having a little gratitude for a well-timed storm.
So grateful for quiet, rainy evenings.
5 Minutes of time for yours truly on the side of a dirt road.
Ok so this picture isn’t of a little rain cloud; it’s huge. And it’s not necessarily dark, but rather quite bright in the remnants of the setting sun. It warranted pull-off to the side of the road, as it was so interesting. I stopped the SUV and just stared at it for a while to take in every fluff and shadow. My eyes were transfixed and I followed the lines and shadows, watching the rain on one side and the drifting wisps on the other. It was magnificent. Yep, I just called a cloud magnificient.