I enjoy photographing the “margins”. That can be a physical boundary such as a roadside ditch or a margin of time such as dawn/dusk. Another margin may be the transition to a state that we perceive as one of abandonment or neglect.
These images are on the margin of the fleeting moment where the ice on a grass head and stalk is illuminated by the sun the morning following an ice storm. Within moments the ice will diminish and disappear. Frost on a leaf may persist for only a few seconds under the sun’s rays. The quickness in which the scene may change and vanish will make this photographer a little crazy at times. I feel the tension between striving for a perfect image and the urgency that an untold number of worthy images will go unseen. I tend to err on the side of doing too much too quickly in these moments. It goes against my normal tendencies, but I have some images which I really enjoy that I would not otherwise have.
The ice is yet another viewing lens, albeit offering an abstract view. The ice captures the blue sky, the amber colors of the grass stalks, and a pattern of ice crystals. The second image reflects in a frozen drop the background of a church. The third is the branch of a twig encased in a shroud of ice.
The margins have a lot happening. It is an enjoyable place to travel and reflect.