Cold. It’s. Just. Plain. Cold. Around -20 F, or -29 C. I am trying hard to appreciate the day today, and the beauty is pretty lost to me. The fire, and its heat, speaks to me in a very fundamental way on mornings like this. There is nothing really very pretty at all in this photo, I know. But the assignment was to find beauty, every day–and I congratulate myself on remembering it on a day I’d prefer to avoid.
I brought these water plants in from our water feature this past fall. They were spectacular, just too big and lush to let die when the cold set in. In spite of the fairly smelly water (and I really am changing it completely very often), they are fun to see inside. A bit of green, juxtaposed against the snow right outside the windows.
Another cold and crisp day, another night of classes in the downtown. This church steeple downtown looks good all year–they even just held a major fundraising campaign to fix up the 100-year-old steeple. It was easy to see beauty in this one. My daughter liked it, too.
Ice outside the window, with the sunrise coming up. This is one of those shots that is not as pretty on the screen as it was in the morning. I stopped my middle child, just as he was getting out of bed. “Isn’t it pretty?” I asked him. (He groggily mumbled yes, not nearly as impressed as I was.)