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It's cold out today! This shot reminds me of winter and the crisp cool beautiful morning's that winter can yield. It is one of my favorite seasons to photograph, despite the occasional frozen fingers.
Polaroid SLR 680
Polaroid 600 Film
I think the sign used to say for sale… just a winter field and clouds that I liked the look of. Heading towards Mount Pleasant, Michigan on backroads.
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The summer in Germany is so ghastly at the moment - incessant rain - so I think it's time for an archive Winter scene.
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness” ~ John Steinbeck
No, it is not in England. I was admiring Scandinavian organization a few years ago in Luosto, Finland. The winter didn't surprise locals at all...
I took this photo in early winter; it was cold but not too bad. My Jupiter-9 lens just arrived, and I wanted to take it for a spin. Wide open, it has some glow, which may or may not work for an image. That day, it did not work for me. At f/2.8, it sharpens up nicely with still a hint of softness. Very nice, indeed.
This wind-bitten tree, a semi dwarf, an exile,
leans its trunk
against the fence's barbs, its scars etched
from weathering.
Nearby fields lie barren.
What secret impulse rose into this wayward
flowering? Limbs droop, arthritic,
each
lacquered, blood-red fruit a gemstone
in waning light.
Half the tree seems blighted. Where
the trunk splits
leeward and overhangs the milkweeds, leaves
curl and brown, berries puckered to black kisses.
This final act is playing out far afield,
unnoticed
by whoever owns
the land. The tree, untended, needs amputation.
Or would such severing
quicken
its demise? A sparrow flutters off, in no mood
for rumination. Who knows
if under peeling bark some force still slumbers?
And so this tree
buries deep its life lines
and holds up its bitter end, its cancering
for all to see:
sky, endless blue, fading day, clouds in flight.
And so we.
--Miguel deO