Sometimes, on my walks, I come across something that I think about photographing, and then, thinking it’s ordinary, I keep walking, and then, after a few more steps, I find myself heading back to take the shot anyways.
Often, such photos sit on my camera roll for a while. I keep examining them to try to figure out what made me stop to go back for the shot.
I cropped this photo several times but I kept returning to the curled leaf in the centre, gently cradling it’s offering of snow. The white snow on and around the leaf, enhances its veins. The leaf and the snow work together to create the art and the beauty.
Nothing in nature is “ordinary”. Sometimes it just means stopping to take a closer look, looking from a different angle, or finding a new focus to see the extraordinary.
“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
~ John Keats