Very foggy late afternoon on the Potomac River; very ethereal light.
Monday, February 29, 2016
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Friday, February 19, 2016
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Silvery bells and icicles
I went out to Great Falls Sunday around 5pm, knowing there was a forecast for snow on Monday. Temperatures had been exceedingly cold for at least a week. My hopes for a sunset faded as dusk arrived with only shades of gray. I spied a way to get down to the water's edge, where magical ice formations beckoned. When I arrived, the beauty of what I saw enchanted me, and not even the excruciating cold could deter me -- I laid on the ground for some shots, as the light was low and I couldn't figure out how to get my tripod lower! I had not seen ice formations like these before, so crystal clear, and bell-like, as ponding water froze. I returned hoping for sunlight on ice, but high temperatures caused rapid melting.
Monday, February 15, 2016
Huntley 20 x 20 Color & Rhythm
Post for Pam, once (and future?) contributor - scroll back in time to see some of her work.
Rain began on the way to Huntley Meadows (not in the forecast), so we added rain shells at the last minute, which later served as welcome windbreakers. Rain stopped, skies cleared, sun and shadows waxed and waned - great for surfing the light. Entering woods again, the bright mood of the wetland's back side faded ominously. Sky lowered, wind squalled, branches fell, and heavy snow blew sideways, quickly overtaking brilliant blue of minutes earlier, followed minutes later by the most innocent sky and perfect puffs, storm forgotten.
People go to see birds and creatures there, otters I hear, but I'm more of a plant person, pure and simple. I liked the in-between light and color palette that day.
Rain began on the way to Huntley Meadows (not in the forecast), so we added rain shells at the last minute, which later served as welcome windbreakers. Rain stopped, skies cleared, sun and shadows waxed and waned - great for surfing the light. Entering woods again, the bright mood of the wetland's back side faded ominously. Sky lowered, wind squalled, branches fell, and heavy snow blew sideways, quickly overtaking brilliant blue of minutes earlier, followed minutes later by the most innocent sky and perfect puffs, storm forgotten.
People go to see birds and creatures there, otters I hear, but I'm more of a plant person, pure and simple. I liked the in-between light and color palette that day.
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