Winter

A Photo Essay without Words

A walk down to the Fauquier boat dock last week opened my eyes to Mother Nature’s infinite ability to reveal her artistry in forms and shapes even in the dead of winter.

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Photo Essay without Words

Sentinel of the Past

Nature’s Artifacts at the Lakeshore

Drop released from the Ice

Shadowy Image of a Wild Boar

Slabs of Glistening Ice

Beauty between the Rock and the Tree Stump

Pine Cones over the Arrow Lake

Photo Essay

My Wife at our Winter Photo Shoot at Taite Creek

Catching Precious Sun Rays Peeking through the Forest – Gertrud Klopp

Snowshoe Tracks leading down to the Lake – Gertrud Klopp

Getting ready for another Hunt for Nature Photos – Gertrud Klopp

Capturing Rocks in the Crystal-Clear Water

Old Logging Ramp of the Late Forties

Shooting through Tree Stumps of a Bygone Era

Brilliant Sunshine embracing the Landscape

Looking South on our Beautiful Lake

A Walk through Snowy Fauquier

On a Foggy and Drizzly February Morning …

Brilliant Sunshine – Balm to the Soul

Sparkling Snow Mounds

Stream Glittering with Thousands of Diamonds

Nature’s Beautiful Art

Mount Ingersoll

What difference two weeks can make! While there are yet flowers to show off their colors and trees to delight our eyes with their light-green, tender foliage, the sun on this cloudless sky made everything look so bright and cheerful I could not resist going out for a photo session. On Flickr you find more photos from my morning walk. Just click on the tab with the blue and red circle above the header.

Winter Losing its Grip

A Walk with Biene in the Sunshine

After seven days of rain, drizzle and fog, the sun broke through the depressing cloud cover like a belated Valentine’s gift. Biene and I decided to take advantage of this unusually pleasant springlike weather and took a walk down to the boat dock and strolled along the beach, where the lake level is at its lowest level in decades.

Down at the Golf Course, the snow almost 1 m high barely two weeks ago had disappeared except for the grotesque sculptures left behind by the snow plows. The first Canada geese arrived and landed accompanied by their customary honking with a splash not far from the boat dock. Biene took it as propitious sign, as she always does when she spots an eagle. Two eagles were soaring high in the sky. Further down at the beach many tree stumps attracted my attention and I could not resist taking a few more pictures of nature’s art work in the driftwood, which was sticking out of the sand. As a bonus for our long walk I discovered on a muddy stretch dozens of golf balls that were embedded in the mud, which we carried home. There, in Biene’s flower bed. we noticed the first daffodil pushing through the dirt. Spring is not too far.