Winter, part two

As those of you who are more familiar with what I photograph and why will already know, I have something I love to document more than anything else: light. What light does to the human eye, and what it does to a photograph, is unique. I try to capture this in the pictures I take. The second part of the pictures of winter past shall be mostly devoted to, therefore, light, in it's different forms. Welcome to the frozen north.

The winter was, beyond all doubt, cold. With coldness comes ice, and we did have some pretty nifty icicles during the late winter.

I adore the deep, azure blue of the sky that comes with spring days. It's a color I simply like, for some reason.

On cloudy nights, the hazardous yellow of street lamps colors everything. The snow reflects it up, the clouds reflect it down, and it gets stuck into the mist and fog inbetween. In it's own way, it's rather beautiful.

Sun plays tricks with the eye, and with the lense. It's a fascination of mine, somewhat, to see what shows and what doesn't when the sharp contrasts turn everything black-and-white.

Mostly, when people connotate beautiful and weather, they think of a sunny weather. But it doesn't always need to be. Personally, I find beauty in storms. The camera takes badly to those, though.

The winter is well gone, though we did get a batch of snow on Labor Day. Really dark nights are some months away still, so I'll leave you with a memory of some. The winter is remembered, and so it is time to move on. Have a nice summer and spring!