As a child I thought it a cruel and heartless joke that fall would strip the trees bare only to leave them naked and exposed to the harsh bitterness of an Iowa winter. I was a sensitive child, prone to finding and “adopting” any lone stuffed animals left on the store shelves. Deeming them misfits and in need of a loving home.
I do not have a great many talents but the one thing that I think I bring to my photography and has probably been the driving force behind my passion, is an ability to see the beauty in almost anything. Even in the mundane and ordinary. While I would never accuse trees of being mundane or ordinary, I remember dreading the ugliness that I felt winter brought to them.
It was just a few short years ago, shortly after I began taking photography seriously, that I noticed a decided change in my attitude of winter in general. With it came the realization that even in their barrenness, trees possess a deep and inspiring beauty all their own.
Today, as I made a quick run into town to return library books and grab provisions for the week, I found myself doing a u-turn to capture this shot. I’ve probably seen this tree a couple dozen times and thought about getting a shot of it but today it simply could not be passed up. It reminds me that everything has a season and everything is beautiful in its time.