Maybe it’s just I’m just so uncoordinated I need to always be looking at my feet when I walk, but I always seem to find beautiful things right beneath my feet. I was out enjoying the frigid cold and impressive wind chill when I noticed these patterns in the snow drifts under my skis.
I walked over this patch of snow right after the photo. This is the only record it was ever there.
My first thoughts of becoming a photographer were actually sparked by a series of photos I took of the sand on a relaxing afternoon bike ride with some friends. If you’ve been a reader long enough you might even recognize this image (you can see more of them here).
The photo that got me started.
Many people don’t go in for abstract photography, but I’ve always found it amazing that so much beauty could be caused by something as the passing wind. Also, the search for beauty in everyday objects always feels like meditating to me and I can’t help but think that my life is much richer for it. Noticing more of the world’s beauty has always seemed to me one of the few really concrete benefits of being a photographer.
I walked around this patch of snow after the photo. I wonder if anyone else will notice it.
An out of the way place... 