Time and Risk

I took 21 pictures of Christmas -- 2 of the family as a unit (we never get these, or at least in the last one Henry was still crawling), 19 of Henry with his toys, and I used the remaining three this morning to begin a photographic binge.

I want to capture the fields of Rosemount, those I pass on my way to work. I may become a photographer of snow. There's something about the way the snow, then rain, then snow came down over the holiday that has made some real snow sculptures out there in the fields. Don't even need a tree nearby to get an interesting picture. We'll see how often I get to leave early enough or come home late enough to make a real stab at it.

This morning there was a car behind me at the spot where I wanted to get the horses. There are four who live on a quaintly picturesque farm and they feel like buddies since I see them nearly every morning. Today there was one real near the street wearing a green blanket, but I didn't dare pull to the side of the road.

The thing about being artistic is you've got to have time and you've got to take risks. If I get time, take risks, and capture anything that isn't too mundane, I'll post it. At least it's one way to enjoy the snow!

By the way, Christmas was lovely...full of beautiful people -- a real pageant of every age and color, and brimming with emotion and care, especially for those joining us and those leaving us--poignant and bittersweet and joyous...all at the same time.

Hope yours was all you desired it to be.