Frost

"It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it." --John Burroughs Frosty ice crystals form on my office window on a very cold January winter morning in Milwaukee. They are beautiful for sure, but it has to be quite frigid for these to grow. Plus, your windows need to be a bit drafty. Oh well, the things we sacrifice for our art. Copyright 2017 Scott Norris Photography scottnorrisphotography.com

“It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.” –John Burroughs

A Penultimate Challenge

Water Glass and Tissue Square

For my penultimate 365 image, I asked friends on Facebook to help me with a few ideas for today.

Waiting for the River

Waiting for the River

“He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic waiting for the river to run out before he crosses.” –Horace

Soft Grass

Soft Grass

When you take the time to really look at something, even a single blade of grass, it becomes something mysterious and awesome.

Opposite – Word Play

Opposites

“It belongs to the imperfection of everything human that man can only attain his desire by passing through its opposite” –Soren Kierkegaard

Dreamland

Cafe Winter Solstice

I had a recurring dream when I was a kid. It was night.  I was totally alone in a small hilltop village square, cobblestones beneath my feet.