During the spring anyone can take a good photo.
There are unlimited options for subjects.
Point your camera, press the button, it’s a masterpiece.
Hang it on the wall, post it on your blog.
Flowers grow with abandon, springing up from brown ground in never ending waves.
Each morning brings a new carpet of blossoms, as if pulled from a magicians hat like a bunny.
Sparkle, light, fresh, green, new.
Summer’s golden days add a radiant glow to everything, burnished dusty textures that could not be seen before, bleached, faded denim, rusty metal, metallic glint of bugs eyes, powdery wings of butterflies.
Water sparkles and flows, trees glisten with a coating of light rain, people bathed in sunlight pause at your request, laughter, and joy floats down streams.
Autumn shines in it’s own way, l ight changing to create dramatic backgrounds, storms work part time as light shows.
Clouds appear to be floating pearly puffs, nostalgia fills the air, as trees change color. The novelty of bare branches, stark wet black stems contrasting the colourful puddles below.
Christmas overflows with lights, ornaments, boughs and presents, children’s faces lit up with wonder.
It’s the winter months afterwards that challenge your creativity.
Pushing you out the door unwillingly wrapped in scarves, and mitts so dense you wonder if you will be able to bend. Worried you won’t feel the camera slip from your frozen grasp before it’s too late, you hang on tighter, less willing to let go. It requires effort to move, to shift your body out of the vehicle you have folded yourself into. Icy breath fogs up the viewfinder, batteries fade, enthusiasm wanes.
Winter is when you earn your shots, every single one of them.
Learning to look at a pile of white snow covered fields and see more then just cold feet. To glimpse under the flowing skirt of a icicle looking for a reflection.
Skies grey, sprinkling white dandruff you gaze longingly for promised sun, disappointed too many times, a blind date that never shows. Short days, long nights, cold all the time, hot chocolate, and frozen toes.
If you spend the time, learn to look, winter will reward you with shots of beauty. Sometimes you need to look closer, stand further away, dream bigger, think harder, but it is possible to see something more then white, brown, and dead sticks.
White looks good on everyone, soft and cuddling mounds, bare branches silhouette birds of prey flocked in trees, not normally seen during months of green leaves. The garden grows bumps, and humps, skeletons in the gloom.
Winter gives up it’s tale of midnight visitors easily, tracks of paw prints, those tiny bird footsteps leave messages like Morse code. Bring more seed, bring fresh water, dot, dot, dash, dot.
Take that shot, you’ve earned it, winter has made you work for it, but it’s worth the effort.