Photographers have to to work for their desires during the winter months. We do not have the dramatic whites of snows nor the scary crystals of ice storms here, I write somewhat thankfully. We do have many gray and cold days where the sun peaks through clouds only briefly and usually just before sunset to remind us that is it still there, behind the silver cold waiting for warmer weather to join us. As I left the driveway in exploration of something new to add to my files I saw one of our many damaged maples struggling to pretend winter was not upon us in full force. Its entire top had been broken away and while it stood headless it still was alive.
I drove to a new agricultural area and as I came over the crest of a hill I saw the scene below in the distance.
This is a dormant peach orchard, and being a photographer, I was also salivating at how lovely it would be to photograph in the spring. Nearby were other ornamentals that the farmer grew for others yards and that were more beautiful this time of year than other season.
There is beauty in the grays and silvers and sages, but my eye always goes to the energy filled reds.