Another snowy day here but with moments of glowing light. I love the landscape in its minimalist form. Velvet snow and bared limbs.





© Karen McRae, 2013
The River in full-on winter. There is no shortage of snow here to welcome in the new year. It is crisp and beautiful.





The Ghost of Seasons Past: A seed head in double exposure …it would seem there may still be unknown life left in there…

© Karen McRae, 2012
It is beautifully snowy here now. The trees are bent under the weight of it and the landscape is white and softly focused. These pictures are from yesterday – lots of snow was falling but some of it was melting and reforming into tiny drops of suspended worlds. Today those little worlds are frozen.
A Winter welcome.




To give you an idea of size; I think this little drop is suspended from a spider web. I have a picture of the drop focused perfectly but you can’t see the little world inside…
Looking out of a melting-snow window.

© Karen McRae, 2012




Maybe it’s because I spent the majority of my childhood growing up beside a river, but the river runs through me the way it runs through the city. Like a lifeblood. It pulls me to it. I almost feel like apologizing but I can’t. So here we are again…
It is breaking open. There are places where the rapids keep the water open all winter. But I am drawn to the wide open spaces. The distances. The possibilities.
Especially when it is grey. Or snowing. Or raining.
I could show you that the snow has gone. That rapid changes have been taking place on land. But the river responds slowly and, at the moment, I am on river time.
All images © Karen McRae