Beauty is often at the edges. It’s the aberration that often changes a nice scene into a great one.
Last fall I found myself checking out the creeks in the mountains. There were sharp reminders that winter was on the way. The coolness in the air had worked its way into icy crystals in the water.
I found myself fascinated by the edges where the flowing water met the ice. It seemed like a wintery tug of war as the water and ice gained and lost territory with the fluctuating temperatures. Yet still the plucky water defied the ice in this game that was inevitably slipping from its grip.
I knew that the creeks were in a constant state of change and photos in this place tomorrow might not only be different but radically so. It served to remind me that what I was witnessing was special.
As began to lose the light, I packed my gear and left the icy edges to the night. Thankfully no cameras were dunked in the making of these photos.