It's my favourite thing the weather does here. The clouds move up from below and can turn a sunny day gray until the heat burns off all the ground moisture accumulated as cloud.
Sometimes it's the little things that make or break a shot. Here the line between grass and snow in the background snakes nicely through the eyes and the earring mimics the pattern in the hat and everything is the same colour or thereabouts, pretty honest expression too!
Like torture, eyes forced to find escape from the objects in the frame suffer this attempt at comprehending meaningless lines.
This is someone's front yard. Those trees have been around for a long time. I like the way they reshape the ground with the roots and the intense lean on the one tree. They remind me of friends standing together through all.
It's like a postcard dog or something cliche anyway. The funniest thing was the dog's reaction after seeing the camera lens pointed at him. It ducked it's head and hid, afraid of being shot perhaps. I'd call him a fraidy cat, but that would be cliche!
Demonstrating at random the ability of the camera to capture, in focus, objects merely an inch and a half away, the discovery of a pattern amidst the selection of frame placement makes the entire world a feeding space for inspiration.
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