“Life is about turning up. The more you get yourself out there, whether you wake up at 5:00 a.m. to pouring rain or not, the more you’re likely to experience the wonderful happenings that are going on all around you. Sometimes the most interesting visual phenomena occur when you least expect it. Other times, you think you’re getting something amazing and the photographs turn out to be boring and predictable. So I think that’s why, a long time ago, I consciously tried to let go of artist’s angst, and instead just hope for the best and enjoy it. I love the journey as much as the destination. If I wasn’t a photographer, I’d still be a traveler.” – Michael Kenna
The temperature in my car registered -3 degrees (F) this morning, much colder than my bed. My toes are still cold. Stay warm!
On Wednesday it started snowing sometime after 11:00 pm and continued until midday. The silence of a snowfall during the night allows us to awake to a new world, one covered in a blanket of white. For me watching a snowfall is a thing of beauty but there is something special when a silent snowfall surprises you in the morning. And, I accept, that along with all this beauty in nature comes the cold and wet, which is its way of sustaining this world of ours.
It started snowing last night around 9:00 and it’s till coming down. Once, I pulled back the blankets and crawled out of bed I headed outside with camera in hand to observe the colder blanket of snow. Burrrr!
Yesterday, I posted an image of golden sunlight on prairie grass. That image was taken in the summer while this image was taken during winter. What a difference color temperature makes with the feel of a scene.
As I have practiced it, photography produces pleasure by simplicity, I see something special and show it to the camera. A picture is produced. The moment is held until someone sees it. Then it is theirs. Photography, alone of the arts, seems perfected to serve the desire humans have for a moment — this very moment — to stay. – Sam Abell, Stay This Moment : The Photographs of Sam Abell by Sam Abell