As I began my usual Saturday morning of errand-running, I couldn’t help but be totally awestruck by the beautiful frost covering absolutely everything. It made the world look so much more special than it usually is (which is saying a lot), and I just had to stop and get a few snapshots of it.
I always carry my camera with me for that reason. You never know when something awesome will reveal itself, and I want to be ready at that moment to capture it forever.
Being a graphic designer, images are very important to me. I am often seduced by them and collect many of my favorites. I visit them once in awhile and they always make me feel wonderful and remind me how very beautiful this world we live in really is.
I was driving down Water Street when the impulse hit, so I turned on Wisconsin and headed down toward the Black Bridge. It’s one of my favorite places, especially since the big flood awhile back. A friend and I went there and took some really great photographs of the churning water and how it was affecting the shoreline.
The craziest thing was that the water was washing up onto the edge of the road and it was so high, and it was still climbing. We were so excited about taking pictures that we didn’t notice this until the water was washing completely over the road.
Once we realized what was happening, we decided it would be a good idea to move the car to a better spot. It was fascinating to see the change that the high water brought, altering my perspective of the entire area dramatically.
I drove down the street with a happy heart, excited about the photo opportunities that awaited. It was a cold day, so I left the car idling and ran over to the water.
The frost was amazing on the branches of the trees and against the contrast of the dark water it made for some wonderful pictures. The ducks in the water were a little confused by my excitement as I ran from vista to vista, searching for a shot with good composition. I got a few shots of them before they all paddled away from me.
As I was laughing at the ducks, I became aware of a sound growing louder and louder and realized it was a train about to cross the tracks. “How perfect is this?” I thought to myself. I threw the idea of composing good photos out the window as I tried to capture the train crossing the bridge.
I love trains and just being there to see it come across the bridge was a big deal to me, and I instantly turned into an excited 8-year-old. Once the engine cleared the bridge, I gave an excited wave to the conductor, in hopes that he would perhaps wave or even toot back at me.
Unfortunately my enthusiasm must have blinded me to the fact that I looked nothing like an 8-year-old at that moment, and the conductor only saw a crazy lady taking pictures and didn’t feel it deserved a wave back, much less a train whistle toot.
My fingers were growing cold and stiff, so I made my way back to the car. Nope, not 8 anymore. On the outside anyway. Reality bites, yes. Still, it didn’t dampen my spirits much.
Much like the television show “CBS Sunday Morning,” which typically ends with a few voiceless minutes featuring a lovely moment of nature’s beauty, I offer you a few of the better images I captured that morning without any captions. Of course, you are completely welcome to write your own, if you like.