Crispy little flowers hanging from dead pond weeds, soon to fall and make way for new life on its way.
The first image I took caught me because of the transition between the frozen water, the melting water and the flowing water running over the rocks. The reflection in the first was so clear it confused me for a moment.
Then I realized how lovely the cascade really was, broken, splintered trees dragged down stream and all.
And then deep inside, the colours got me; the transparency. Frozen to flowing all within three feet..
I loved the way this mass of dried scrub reached and touched it’s own reflection on the water’s surface.
I took a walk yesterday in the cedar swampland close to me because it was SO beautiful outside. The skies were blue in a way that just nothing else can be and the trees cast long, barren shadows over the leaf litter. I could have stayed forever. The follow set of photos are from this walk, all taken on my new Canon.