On a trail, eyes closed, I see differently. I hear the silence between the notes sung by birds. I hear the stream flowing nearby. I am here, in this place, at this moment. And it is enough, for this moment and this place.
Canon 5D Mk ll, ISO 50, 28mm, f/18, 0.4 sec, Silver Efex Pro 2
Northern Minnesota enjoyed a mid March winter storm yesterday, most of which missed urban Duluth. It was one of those wet, spring style snows that clings to everything, dressing up the landscape in monochrome wonder.
Canon 5D Mk ll, Tamron 10-24mm, ISO 50, 13mm, f/ 13, 1/4 sec.
Processed via Lightroom CC 2015 & Silver Efex Pro 2
On Thursday, I took time for a short visit to Duluth’s Park Point to see if the winds had blown the remaining ice into shore. It had, but the warm temperature was making quick work of eliminating the ice along the beach. As I walked the beach, I was able to spot a few gems amongst the larger churning chunks. It took paying attention to the timing of the waves to get the shots without getting soaked, and I had to also pay attention the loosely piled bits of ice which was like drifts of large hail stones. I never knew how deep I might sink or if I would slide toward the beach and land in the water. But, if you don’t go, you don’t see. If you don’t see, you don’t get the photo.