January 1, 2021
I like new beginnings. If January wants to arrive newly cloaked in ice, I have no problem. The streets and sidewalks have quickly cleared. All else is encased in glass that changes hues as the clouds struggle with the sun. Ice storms have moods and the photos reflect that. You can watch the same spot for an hour and the ice is always changing. I like to capture it as the last clouds from the storm system linger like a light-charged mist before moving on. The world is still silent, awed by the sheer beauty of the transformation. Things look cleanly preserved behind their icy shells. Ready for a new beginning. I need the symbolism.
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