I’ve been a great deal inside lately, my leg in an “aircast” trying to mend a torn tendon and avoid surgery. Much of the enforced hermitage has been a time to listen to music, read, photograph a few lovely bouquets, and work with a number of photographs too long tucked away.
I have also enjoyed watching the light and seizing moments to make photographs of the outside from inside. I’m sure my neighbors wonder more than ever who this crazy man is flinging open windows on sub-zero days to photograph nearby trees, clouds and the progress of shadows over the snow.
The changes are particularly fascinating—the color of the new snow reflecting the sky, the way the clouds play in the branches of the trees. These two images were made just shy of two hours apart in changing weather.
I love the way there can be so many variations on one scene, truly not unlike the changes on a stage which I watch from my balcony seat! The shadows, in particular, change all day long, from the soft, early morning light filtered through high trees to the hard mid-day light to the again soft, now pastel, light of dusk.
And finally, two very different scenes of the remains of a patch of kale in the garden. What color is snow anyway?!
Not a bad way to spend some time mending, and I trust it will!