Ice Follies at the Bank

There is nothing more beautiful than freshly fallen snow. This morning Linda needed to go to one of the banks in Spooner and I stayed in the car and waited. In front of the building, water had dripped on the bushes and frozen into ice cycles. I just happened to bring my camera and started to take a "few" shots of the ice on the bushes. As I was finishing up and employee of the bank came out and wondered what I as doing. I think she thought I was casing the bank and taking pictures of the vault or something. I could almost "picture" trying to explain this to a policeman. After I explained that I was taken pictures of the ice on the bushes she went back inside and I went to the car to with in safety. The pictures of the bars were taken in Spooner and Lampson. At least I am not writing this from behind jail bars.

February Snowfall in B&w.

There are 2 ways to look at a snow storm. One way is to only see the heavy white stuff that we have to shovel. The other way is to see the beauty and blessings of the powdery white stuff. As a photographer I also see an opportunity to take photos of God great creation. We saw a video in Sunday School class today about the uniqueness of every snowflake and the precise way they are made. Only a Creator could form such perfection. No 2 snow flakes are the same. These photos are the black and white version of the pictures I took this afternoon. I like the black and white because it brings out the contrast of the snow and the landscape. The pine trees are on top of the hill at the Dinner Bell Restaurant and the rest are of the birch tree in the back yard.

Lost on a Rustic Road

What does a photographer do when he is lost on a rustic road and has no idea where he is? Take photos, of course! This afternoon I went out to take a few photos for a project I was doing, when I found myself south of Shell Lake traveling down a road that I had no idea where it lead. I just kept going until I saw a sign for a "Rustic Road". That was an open invitation to take that road. I finally ended up in Haugen, but the journey was well worth getting lost. What started out as a few pictures, ended up with almost 350 photos of this wintery road, birch trees and even a pheasant. I felt like a kid in a candy store sampling every piece of candy he could get his hands on. This definitely was a God directed trip taking photos of His great handiwork. Here are just a taste of the photo candy I took today! Some are processed into black and white.