We’re less than a third of the way through winter, and it feels like spring. Never pass up a warm January day.
Last time I was in Ozark National Forest, I focused on reaching a 10-foot waterfall; the prize this weekend was more along the lines of this 10-millimeter-tall moss. A forest on the small scale is full of intricate branches and fractals and spirals.
I know I’m on a bit of a nature/tight-frame kick lately; I hope it’s not repetitive yet. Street photography’s the plan for at least the next week or two.
A forest isn’t a bad subject, though, even in January. Icicles 10 feet long were polished to smooth, lethal-looking blades by the warmer temperatures, for example.