Like Cotton Balls



I was sitting on the couch last night catching up on rented episodes of Weeds, when I heard the wind start to pick up. A misty rain mixed with snow started to fall from the sky.

Late February always holds one last surprise snow storm and this was it I thought to myself.

When daylight broke over the horizon, the prairie was white and crystalline.. like something out of Dr. Zhivago.

I wasn't planning on doing anymore photography for the rest of the week.. But, these are the moments I think to myself, "I must capture this." And so.. out  I trekked, jeans tucked into my boots, cold wind whipping, and I found myself encircled in the prairie sticks trying to get some good shots. I loved how the fallen snow looked dolloped on top of the weeds.. like cotton balls. Very serene. And very short lived as this snow was already melting as I moved around.

I am lucky to have this serenity just steps from my backdoor.

It's peaceful and blissfully quiet.

And inspiring.

I hope to return with one more post for the month of February. Then, I am devoting a month to breakfast posts. I realized recently that I don't give much attention to breakfast, and I am eager to plan some meals from scratch. Think buckwheat pancakes oozing with wild Maine blueberries. My thoughts are buzzing.

I'll be back soon. Have a wonderful weekend.