A sugar-coated day never lasts long. The ices are responsive to the day.
© Karen McRae, 2012
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Tiny Transitions
There are more “mosaic” seed heads (see previous entry) I think I might post but this icy flower image was taken a day later – the day after the freezing rain. The temperature had dropped significantly and that made things look quite different.
The ice is shaped by these fluctuations.
A tiny world of rapid change.
© Karen McRae, 2012
Mosaic: Iced Seed Heads
This morning we had freezing rain and I headed out to photograph the same seed heads in my garden that I’ve been documenting over the fall. As the day wore on and the temperature crept over the freezing mark the ice started to change, and then things really started to look interesting. The transitions in nature are just so fascinating.
If you are interested in the seed head series you can see it here, and there is more iced flora here.
© Karen McRae, 2012
Autumn Fields,Winter Whispers
How the fields looked yesterday as they were collecting generous flakes of sticky snow. An irresistible sort of snowfall.
*The middle image is an in-camera double exposure (digital), the others are not.
© Karen McRae, 2012
Autumn Fields
Bleached-out fields waiting for snowfall. These are more in-camera double exposures of the landscape. You can see a summer example of this technique here.
© Karen McRae, 2012
A Thin Layer
Reflections and compositions in a partially frozen pond. The last couple of days have been mild so there is a watery surface on the ice.
© Karen McRae, 2012
It’s Not Quite Winter…
What the day looked like, close-up – with the exception of the black mushrooms, but they seemed to fit – Many of the lichens are in fruit and gorgeously coloured and textured, and the snow has melted away, for now.
© Karen McRae, 2012
Stepping Back
In a technical sense this first image is a poor photograph – it’s blurry and improperly exposed – but there is something about the way it expresses the season that I like. Partly it’s the colour of the leaves and the movement of the water but it’s more likely that I am recalling the moment when I was actually there and responding to the environment. We each bring our own rich history with us when look at things.
It’s been a long while since I’ve posted images of the landscape from a broader view. These are views of the winding creek, which I have photographed the slow-moving surface of, so many times. 
Winter’s Dust 2
A flutter in the chest. A small bird, caught inside. Almost weightless in its restlessness. Almost. At times nestled in, curled up, resting. At times. A flutter in the chest. Wing-beats and sharp feet. Pulchritude and ache in equal measure. Almost.
© Karen McRae, 2012
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