I have photographed the changing seasons, the various migrating birds, the winter landscape as it sleeps its way towards spring. I was lucky enough the other day to see one of the several Snowy Owls that have been frequenting this area.
This morning, I went out into the January fog to see the sunrise and then photograph a colony of swans. The sunrise was shrouded in fog, which gave it a warm rosy-sienna look through the trees.
I waited on the banks of a lake while the swans came awake, stretching their wings; cooing and nodding to each other. The sound swans make is softer than that of geese or ducks. When they first take flight, their powerful wings sound like applause in a concert hall. It is at once exhilarating and humbling to see them make their way into the sky for the day, and even more exciting when they circle the lake and fly just overhead, wings softly whirring, snow-white against the blue morning sky.
Mornings and evenings I go out to photograph. In between, I am editing my work and working to get it out into the marketplace. Driving home this morning, I thought to myself, "I gather as much as I can of the beauty I see, bring it home and then share central Delaware with as many people as I can."
It's what I was meant to do. I know it.
Happy New Year.