Shockingly, and thankfully, it was cold enough today that briskly walking through Boston I held my scarf tightly to my face to gain the extra protection of gloves. Thankfully, a benefit not just to my face and hands, but also to my voice. We all talk about the weather, more often than I think even I realize. Today however, I mumbled to myself, fumbling with an introduction to my lecture. Who wants to hear a crazy lady walking through the streets talking about the weather?
How do I photograph cold?
Ice seems too easy.
Breeze helpful, bare trees necessary. A scalie with a coat and bundle arms?
Yesterday my eye for photography was questioned again. I can’t explain it or capture it. It’s just what I see, and how I am seeing it. There’s usually a concept behind every photograph before I take it, a composition in my eye before I shutter it, and an intention by the time I open it.
So; no photo today. I’m not sure about cold yet. It’s coming though. I promise.
