“Freezing fog advisory tomorrow,” wrote a photographer friend on Saturday night. “Charging my batteries!” I fired back. On Sunday morning, I fully expected to wake up to hoarfrost — a Minnesota winter phenomenon as beautiful as it is rare.
But instead of looking like this …
… the road to my favorite photo spot looked like this:
“Ugh!” I thought. “What bleak, flat, drab, horrible light!” (Yes, I really *do* overuse adjectives, even inside my own head.) But instead of turning for home I kept driving, challenging myself to make something of this gray day.
I struggled to capture the muted stillness and the eerie light. But at least I enjoyed fiddling with my camera, and experimenting with different aspect ratios. I especially liked the square 1×1.
I also discovered that there *had* been some frost, if only on the fallen leaves …
… and on this tail, which had recently been separated from its squirrel. I hope the little guy makes it through winter without his downy blanket.
I also saw some oddly fluorescent oak leaves, whose edges roughly resembled oxidized copper. The result of too much fertilizer, perhaps?
I don’t think I quite rose to my own challenge, in the end. But at least I got in a nice walk. And at least I left a little trail through the fog and frost for those who might follow.