For me this does not mark the "end" of warmer weather, it marks the "start" of refreshing morning walks, invigorating hikes and quiet peaceful times at the cottage. As usual, I was up before daylight both Saturday and Sunday, putting on the coffee, opening blinds to be greeted by the darkened canvas that would slowly brighten to develop the scene outside. A light blanket of snow, swaying trees, blustery wind and the rough cold water of the bay stirred anticipation of an early morning walk down the road. While others might grab a blanket and settle in to a spot by the fire, or some even return to bed, I was eager to get out and make some images in the snow covered freshness of late fall.
Once Lynn had risen to join me and Murphy had clearly indicated he wanted to get out, we traded the warmth of the cottage for the gentle nip of dawn under heavy skies. Breathing deeply in the clean crispness of the air, we all silently acknowledged how we love to experience the change of seasons. I don't know what I would do if I were elsewhere on this orb, away from natures changing moods.
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| in the bush |
Though I was keen to make some images showing the first (for us) snow on the Bruce, it was a scene tucked away beside the road, were waters from fall rains still drained away, that pulled me to make an image in the bush.
DJE
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