It seems too easy – to photograph the natural beauty of snow.
And besides, I don’t “do” nature, right? I find my patterns and lines and shapes in architecture, where geometry and precision rule the day. Not these ever-changing, organic patterns, the result of an icy wind scouring the snow into miniature sand dunes and pieces of antique lace. Where shadows are sapphire and the world is sparkly, sprinkled with crystalline glitter.
No, this certainly isn’t the me that I have defined in my head.
And yet, this is the world around me now. Here in the middle of winter and the first month of the new year, where it is easy to be seduced by the inherent beauty of a winter wonderland.
But then again, perhaps this isn’t so simple after all. This finding a way to capture “easy beauty” well. To discover fresh ways to express my creativity outside my normal shooting parameters. To show others something they may not have noticed.
And maybe, I can be more than one thing. Maybe I am more than one thing.
Fighting against these limits I place upon myself and my work is a daily challenge, a continuous struggle. So here I am – stepping over the line and putting on the “nature snow photographer” hat, if only for a day.
For today, that’s who I’ll be.
