Passing Light
The tip of an old rosebush stretches a blossom up to catch a fleeting ray of sun, piercing through the dark evening trees.
The tip of an old rosebush stretches a blossom up to catch a fleeting ray of sun, piercing through the dark evening trees.
A single air bubble frozen in the ice of a beaver pond.
Discarded WiFi antennas yellow as they age. One unneeded antenna per device turns into a massive pile of waste.
The parts of an old culvert aren’t worth moving away from the crossing they used to serve.
Fortunately my phone survived this photography session.
Bricks are a pleasant warm color, but no two are even close to the same
Blowing snow gusts across Echo Lake.
A junco looks back from its comfortable perch on a window box.
This picture is kind of scuffed, but I like the desaturation and vignetting, and the sparse arrangement of trees and bushes.
It’s easy to tell how many cows are here: count the legs and divide by four