I’m a summer person, but winter is my main time for nature photography.
Maybe my incompatibility with the season is the reason I feel drawn to take pictures of ice, snow and bare branches against sky, to the great peril of my fingertips. I have to work extra hard to find beauty and enjoyment, and since I can’t be as active or excited in the cold, out comes the camera? That is the hypothesis I’m going with anyway.
These were taken earlier in the month, and I documented some of the fizzled blizzard Juno on Instagram: here here here and here.