Yesterday, perhaps for the first time this spring, the sun was bright, the temperatures mild to a degree where a midday walk would not become an exercise in moving, just to stay warm.
I elected to walk in my local state park. Given the relative preciousness of the spring sunshine, I chose a trail that involved mainly old farmland, there I could bask in the warmth.
I assumed the scenery would be bleak, so I carried with me only a pocket camera, my Sony RX 100, in case I did come upon a photographic opportunity.
On the way, in the truck, I resolved to challenge myself to “reach” a bit and see whether I could come up with enough reasonable images, even given the slim photo “pick in’s” in late March in eastern Pennsylvania, perhaps to feature in a an article. You can be the judge of whether I have succeeded.
Early spring images it seems to me, are often less about colors, and more about patterns. In some captures, moving to black and white is helpful in subtracting the monotonous browns and greys, allowing the eye to focus on what is visually interesting.
The weather (mid 50’sF) was on my side allowing me to by more contemplative than I am when it is 40 degrees colder.
The temps have been cold here, but the March sun is fairly strong, and our robust snowpack has been reduced to a few patches where there is shade, or where the winter winds formed deep drifts.
As I begin my walks, I note that robins are calling; I catch a glimpse of a fleeing plover who is is alarmed at my approach.
Small vernal streams and ponds are thawing, soon, there will be clusters of frog and salamander eggs at the edges, hoping to hatch before the water disappears.
The fields give evidence of the harshness of the previous season, with the grass matted down from the heavy winter snows.
Some remnants of the late summer remain: these spent milkweed pods were swaying to-and-fro in the gentle March breezes.
Sadly as I write this, a front has passed; it is 32 degrees and intermittently snowing. There is talk of a snowstorm later in the week. Such is March and April in the Pennsylvania mountains. Patience is a virtue.
Now, did I succeed in my challenge?