mirror, mirror

If I could only photograph one thing for the rest of my life, I would choose reflection. There is always something there. Movement, layering, distortion. It’s like going through the looking glass and meeting reality’s alter ego.

blog_pano_032515_creekreflection82/365: march snow

suddenly, spring

After the long wait, spring still manages to surprise me. I especially admire those blooms that arrive well before any foliage. They are especially plucky. I hope they remain undaunted when the snow comes…

blog032215_hellebore79/365: hellebore

these days are numbered

It was written in the receding line of snow at our neighborhood sledding hill – the last day of sledding for a while. Maybe for the season. With a string of 50 degree days ahead, the world is utterly transformed.

blog030815_last sledding day66/365: sledding hill

Today’s post title is also the title of a song by The Head & the Heart. We fell in love with this band after seeing them play live at Festival Palomino last fall.

welcome snow

Zola & I were walking to school early yesterday morning when the first flakes started to fall. I realized instantly how much I’ve been missing the snow this winter. Soon the entire city sparkled bright again. And finding beauty all around me was easier than ever.

blog03041562/365: fresh snow on pine tree

blowin’ in the wind

Yesterday on our walk, we came across this collaboration of grass, wind & snow. We watched as the bracing wind transformed the dried blades of grass into precision instruments, guiding their swaying movements like an invisible compass to etch these perfect arcs into the snow.

wind patterns 0252/365: wind pattern

make your mark

Fresh snow is like a gigantic blank canvas, perfectly suited to the irresistible human desire to make our mark wherever we go.

I always enjoy discovering other people’s creations, like these undulating lines – so like the flowing current – rolling along the frozen creek bed.

snow markings50/365: lines in the snow

name that native

I love the linear quality of vines and they stand out among the upright stalks of so many prairie plants. I may have to wait for summer blooms to identify this one, though. Unless you know. If so, please let me know in the comments. Guesses welcome.

blog020715_prairie vine37/365: dry prairie vine