Water Under the Bridge
A fast thunderstorm forced me under a bridge, watching the rain try to fill up Toll Gate Creek. It gave up before it got very far.
A fast thunderstorm forced me under a bridge, watching the rain try to fill up Toll Gate Creek. It gave up before it got very far.
Occasionally Lake Superior is calm enough on cold nights to freeze over a large area of the with thin ice. Once a breeze picks up it pushes the ice onto the shore making what look like piles of broken panes of glass.
This was the best day I’d seen for spring canoeing on Lake Superior. Perfectly calm, the ice was drifting out instead of packed in the bays. The world looks different from level with the flows.
This mother mallard was determined to stay on her nest, which made it easy to get good photos. The evening light filtered through the trees on the shore nearby made for this soft beautiful light.
As the laker Stewart J. Cort comes into harbor the evening sun reflects off all all roughness on the smoke stack. The short days and long sunsets of winter bring out dramatic views until ice finally stops the ships.
The bright primary colors make for a bold, eye-catching palette.
In this abandoned mine water seeps from every wall. I really don’t know how they kept it pumped out. But the moss loves it, catching each drop that flows from the ground.
Getting up at 4 AM pays sometimes as a photographer! I feel like sunrises don’t get their share of credit. This is just the beginning of one of the most spectacular sunrises I have ever seen.
Wind has made this grass carve a clock face into the snow. The truncated face reflects the short days of winter.
Spring brings so many vibrant colors, but I always love the bright greens you so rarely see any other time of year. This is a sandstone cliff in Amnicon Falls State Park in Wisconsin that hosts wonderful moss and lichens and some evergreen ferns.