We woke to a fresh, thin coating of snow. Although grass still poked through and I longed for a good, strong snowstorm, I still enjoyed this wintry morning. 18° at the wetlands with a biting breeze and there I stood focused on the cattails still standing strong in seeming defiance of everything winter's thrown at them thus far. I liked how this cattail seemed to be leaning toward and pointing its finger at a snowflake as if issuing a warning to not come any closer.
I praise you, Lord, for my time this morning spent enjoying the wetlands — 18° and all.
Love the tones, the shallow DOF, and your mentioning the wish for a good snowstorm. While they cause all sorts of extra work, and unfortunately, increased risks to life and limb, there's something exciting about a lot of snow (to me).
