Yes, the wind hurts your face, your fingers are numb, your car won’t start, and every other house refuses to shovel the sidewalk.
There is also the silent, falling snow; the gentle shift of lake ice; the burst of sun over a snowy field; the stillness of a cold night.
As much as winter helps us appreciate its opposites, the winterness of these months is its own thing of beauty. A season of introspection for some; a necessary period of hibernation for the natural world. The landscapes of snow and ice that change with the temperature.
I often feel that summer lasts forever, and winter only for a moment. The days are shorter, the opportunities less frequent. It seems to melt as quickly as it blew in, a continuing reminder to take the camera out and shoot.
So instead of arguing about dibs, here is a brief gallery of recent photos from the parts of a midwest winter I enjoy the most.
PS: find these and others available as prints here!
