I had to run out early this morning, to run some errands. As I was returning, the sky was beginning to lighten and I saw fields frosted white, stretching into the distance and wrapping around a creek that feels the influences of the tide. Though I had places to be, I could not resist, and had to go for a frosty little trek. And I realized I am a pushover when it comes to photographing frosty thistles.
And I as I was tromping through the frosty, icy muck, a few things passed through my mind- I was very happy that the rich organic mud was to nearly frozen to stink as much as it often does, and secondly that this is what being a photographer is all about. Stopping to create photographs when something catches your eye, simply because you can’t resist, while everyone else keeps driving by, lost in the frenzy or drudgery of daily life.
As I walked further I was treated to some gems left by the outgoing tide. Feathers and leaves formed from ice crystals as the water levels dropped, leaving delicate traceries and patterns hanging from the stalks of reeds.
It was a good day to stop and smell the ice roses.