Packed in the barn for the winter, these ewes and their lambs live in a sort of dim twilight. Light but not light. Warmer but not warm. I feel as though I have something in common with the sheep. I am tired of the winter. I am tired of being packed inside. I am tired of not being warm, even in my own home. I am tired of the damp. I am tired of the wind. I am tired of the dark. I am tired of the ice and snow.
I am tired.
The weather has been horrendous here in Ohio. This is the winter that just won't quit. We've long been into record breaking cold and snow territories. Grey skies are the norm and those of us that suffer from the winter blues have been struggling.
Fotununately, this past Saturday was one of the rare clear days. The blue skies were gorgeous. The sun made the freezing temperatures feel bearable, if just for a single day.
I couldn't resist the temptation to go for a nice long drive deep into the farm country. Mile after mile of snow covered fields were punctuated with the occasional barn or farm house. With every passing minute, I could feel my own grey mood lifting and by the end of the long drive, I felt recharged. I'm good for a few more weeks of winter.
Here in Springfield. Ohio, we don't normally get enough cold to freeze the lakes over completely or thick enough to support ice fishing. In the 20 years that I have lived here, this is the first time that I have seen ice fishing.
While I have been thinking that I am not stupid enough to sit on the cold ice and fish, I just realized that I was stupid enough to stand there and take pictures. I think it's all a case of perspective.
Have a wonderful day, folks.
Last weekend, was a cold foggy one. My usual walk at the lake was not in the east bit comfortable. Still, it was beautiful in its own right. As I walked along the ridge overlooking the beach, I saw this scene:
What caught my eye was the way the tree broke the parallel lines of the beach. However, when I began processing the image, I was pretty dissatisfied. The lines were not as parallel as I had thought. There was ice floating in the water that were distracting. So I gave the problem some thought and opened up Photoshop.
The first step was to re-crop the image to provide some better balance and focus on the tree. I then straightened the shorelines and removed the distracting ice. Finally, I straighened the tree line and applied some basic adjustments.
Sometimes our images need a little help to get them to be what we envisioned when we snapped the shot. Is it cheating? Is putting makeup on a pretty woman cheating?
This image combines two favorites in one photo; sycamore trees and fog. I am always looking for a good sycamore scene. The white trunks are gorgeous, especially in the winter. The problem is that I struggle to find scenes in which the tree contrasts nicely with the background.
When I wake up and see fog in the morning, I always run out with my camera. I am intrigued by the way the fog shrouds the landscape, hiding details or coyly revealing brief glimpses.
Imagine how excited I was to see both a nicely contrasting sycamore sitting in a foggy scene. The reflection...pure bonus!
It's been a strange winter for us so far. Plenty of snow and frigid temperatures well below freezing. However, this is Ohio, and if you wait a few minutes, the weather will change completely.
We've also had warm days in the 60s and torrential rain that led to flooding. Freeeze, flood, rain, snow, and ice...the only ingredient that we've really not had in great supply is sunsine.
I miss the sunshine.
We've already exceeded our seasonal allowance of snow and cold. To think that it is only December makes me wonder about January and February. At least the critters on the farm will have plenty to eat.
Monday, I turned down the wonderful snowy drive to visit my friend Debbie's home. Not because we are good freinds (though we are). Not because she is a fantastic conversationalist (she is). It's becasue Debbie bakes the most beautiful and flavorful bread you have ever dreamed of. I was on a mission tp pick up a loaf of rye and of rustic white. Oh, how good that round of rustic white has been. We will cut into the loaf of rye tomorrow. Perhaps, I will take a picture of it. Just promise not to drool into your keyboard.