I miss the color and light, but I’ve come to love the beauty of the winter pasture. Perfect for black and white landscape, it’s the very bleakness and absence of color that makes these images beautiful in their own right.
I learned early on that Mother Nature is always beautiful if I put aside my prejudices and conventional wisdom about what a landscape is. The stark colors, the mists, the angry skies are especially beautiful.
The winter challenges me to reconsider my idea of beauty, my attraction to color.
These two winter scapes greeted me this morning after it snowed for much of the night.
I find these images iconic, timeless, calming. They are each meditations in their own right.
This last photo is so powerful. I agree it’s a meditation. I can see an eye and other images. I’ve come back to it a few times. Your photo, Jon, really draws one in. What I miss most about my farm is how it was ever changing. I loved meditating on my life there and watching the moments, days, months and years unfold in one place. It was a world of its own. Thank you for sharing.