I have something of an obsession with light. I suspect that all photographers do, and some may have the same obsession without realizing it, because light is what makes a photograph possible. Beautiful photography often exploits light or the lack thereof. My personal love of light leads me to take pictures of light sources. The interaction between the light, the air and the camera lens usually results in an image that cannot be seen with the naked eye. That is part of what I like about a photograph: it does not depict reality, but hyper-reality.
Last night my husband and I made a trip to the grocery store at about twenty past ten. It was a very college student move on our parts, and I won’t even tell you what we bought, but suffice it to say that it was frivolous and unnecessary, particularly at that hour. When we went out to our car, we found a layer of frost covering the roof and windows.
The play of light on the ice was beautiful.
Of course, the frost on the front window was a bit inconvenient when it came to driving, but the lacy patterns were lovely.
The exposure length which the camera is forced to use in low light creates some very interesting photo problems. This is a photo of a house, still dressed in Christmas lights, which we drove past on our way to the store.
Before we left the store parking lot, my husband scraped the ice off of the back windshield. Meanwhile, I took further pictures.
This morning I was returning home after walking with my husband to his first class of the day, and I once again marveled at the shimmer of frost on the grass. I ran back for the camera.
The frost makes even dead leaves seem dainty and elegant.
The sun was vying for my attention as well, and as he was looking particularly stunning, I gave in.
I have long been mourning the unseasonable lack of snow. But as long as the frost creates beautiful things for me, I can be content.
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