Phototrip: winter edition

I’m spending the sunday at Lierfoss and took the oportunety to go out and photograph. The sun was missing, the sky was one big cloud, but that didn’t stop me; everything is better than darkness.

As so many times before I got looks when I was out photographing. People in cars looked strangly at me. One guy stared really hard. I bet he was wondering what the heck I was doing, standing at the sidewalk looking up, aiming some tree tops with my camera. At first I sighed, then I smiled and continued. I am well aware of that I might look weird some times when I photograph; I can stand on my knees , I can bend to one side, I can look up with my camera, I can point the camera on my shoes, I can the camera at a glass wall – shooting the relection of me… A lot of people don’t get what I’m doing and therefore they stare at me wondering what I’m doing. I know they are thinking that and more than often I feel like staring back asking them if they need any help, asking if they’ve never seen a camera before… anything to make them uncomfortable/embarrased. I never do it though, at least not talk to them. I sigh quietly  and ocationally stare back.

Anyway… this post wasn’t going to be a rant about people not understanding why I photograph or how I do it. It was supposed to be a post about the love for snow, winter, trees and forrest, because I love all those things. There is something pretty about snow coated trees or entire landscapes covered in snow.

Here’s some shot from today:

No, it’s not a snowstorm; it’s just the work of a snow blower.

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