Snow! We don’t get much of it here.
I grabbed my camera and headed out, envisioning minimalist landscapes, fields of perfect snow, and beams of light just touching the trees.
When I got to Green Lake, the snow had turned to sleet, I had forgotten my gloves, and the light was gone.
I started walking back to the car, dejected. I stepped in a muddy puddle, which turned out to be much deeper than I expected. My sock got soaked, I got pissed and dropped a few choice expletives.
The quick anger over a sock made me realize how ridiculous I was being. “I’m already out here, let’s try to make something of it.”
I took a few random snaps just to get into photo-taking mode, picked a direction, and started walking.
Putzing around, searching for compositions, stopping to take photos here-and-there; the thoughts of sleet and cold faded away. My mind cleared. I started to appreciate the calm lake and the bare trees and the crunchy snow.
I didn’t get any award-winning photos this day. My sock got wet and my hands froze off. But still, this morning was a huge win. I got a little fresh air, some walking, and an enjoyable way to start my day.
That’s something I never would have gotten without photography.