On an early morning about two weeks ago, after a hard frost the night before, I looked out my kitchen window to our back field and saw the sun glinting off high weeds and near naked blackberry canes. It was a golden sunlight, my favorite kind of light, and I couldn't resist grabbing my camera and hustling myself out into the cold, dense air to see what kind of bling Mother Nature left in her wake.
She never disappoints me and in my haste to get the shots I neglected to grab my tripod. And I call myself a photographer? Like Michaelangelo said, "ancara imparo," "I am still learning."