It’s still too cold for frail moths seeking moonlight, and yet… 🌙
© Karen McRae, 2018
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Frost Nouveau
Finding beauty in the cold. I bundled up and took my camera out for a walk but the fresh window frost seemed to hold the most intrigue. It is lovely too, along the river’s edge where the water moves so fast that the cold can’t hold it still. It seems like a good time to make soup!
© Karen McRae, 2017
Weather Patterns
And so it returns.
© Karen McRae, 2017
Seed Pearls
[Another Winter Garden with fresh growth from the self-seeding frost on the cold window ~ the glow of the frozen water drops made me think of seed pearls.]
© Karen McRae, 2015
Winter Garden 2
Every winter I find myself pressed up against this window holding my breath while I turn my lens on the forming frost. A tiny new garden grows during each cold spell and it’s never the same. You can find last January’s ‘Winter Garden’ here .
© Karen McRae, 2015
The Jagged Edges of Winter
It seems the river has been pitching itself against the shoreline in the cold and wind, frosting whatever it could manage to touch before its own edges are too frozen to move. Unfortunately, by the time I managed to get out the light was very dull, but at the moment there is new snow falling, and by morning the landscape will be transformed again. These fringes of the seasons can be so fleeting.
© Karen McRae, 2014
Ragged February Flowers
After a bit of warmer weather a few days ago, I noticed some of the tiny seed heads from last year had managed to make their way up through the snow for some air. I think it will be a while before any more of them show their ragged little heads; we are back to winter and that snow is still thick over the earth. I like seeing how they change over the seasons so I took a few photographs this morning as we shivered together in the wind. Happily, they are still filled with little seeds of hope.
© Karen McRae, 2014
Cold Enough
Cold enough for a rebirth of frost.
Shards assembling themselves
like a phoenix rising from damp ashes.
Cold enough for all-day sundogs
those almost rainbows – a compass around the sun.
Cold enough to feel alive
in the bright rays
in the cadence of the water
in the crisp beauty.
Cold enough to feel
until you go
numb.
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© Karen McRae, 2014
The First Few Days
The first few days of the year have been very cold. I am frequently lured out in this weather – it is one of my favourite times to make photographs – as the landscape shifts in and out of light and the breath from the river envelopes everything in its wintriness.
The sighting of a robin used to be a harbinger of spring but it is no longer uncommon to come across small flocks of overwintering robins. These robin photographs were made on one of the coldest days of the winter.
© Karen McRae, 2014
