I made this image the same morning as the last few images posted. These trees lining a small slough were caked in very thick hoar frost after going through a night of ice fog. Eventually the sun burned off the fog and was shining bright and the clear blue sky added just a bit of colour. There were images to be made all around and it was a lot of fun searching out one that told the story about the morning I was enjoying. Sometimes I find it very difficult to translate what is around me into an image that tells the story of my experience. Many times the light may not be just right or I forgot to bring my cup of coffee along, but whatever the reason, some days images present themselves everywhere whereas other days I can go home empty handed. That is OK too, as I have almost always had a very enjoyable time outdoors or travelling around some backroads exploring. I used to have a very strong desire to come home with a keeper whenever I headed out, although this could be at the cost of me not being more than just an observer. I now head out with the hope of making a beautiful image I can share with others, but also with the full intention of feeling the wind and smelling the air, experiencing where I am. The days I come home empty handed are usually those when I leave the house with a preconceived idea of what I will see and shoot instead of just observing and experiencing what is laid out before me.
[Olympus E-M5, Panasonic PZ 45-175mm]