As I turned towards the Lighthouse, I was wondering what my subject for the day would be. But then I passed the s-curve with all the red barns and outbuildings, and saw a stately old tree gracing the roadside. I knew what I'd be shooting that day. Trees. Without leaves. Down to the Bones.
There was a time in my life when I'd feel sad after the leaves fell. Perhaps the sadness was a sign of dread for the gray skies and cold weather coming, along with the nearly monochromatic tones of winter. But I've learned to really enjoy the winter months, especially the trees down to their bones.
I'm fascinated with the variety I see in these skeleton shapes. Some are strong and sturdy, others delicate and fragile. Some root to the soil singly, others grow in clumps or rows so long they appear to run together.
While the variety of tree shapes is obvious, I hadn't really focused on that until I drove around and looked at them with intentionality. Our world is diverse in so many ways and on my blue sky cold afternoon outing, I could really see that in the trees that I enjoyed and photographed.