The native Indians in this neck of the woods consists of the Algonquins, the Iroquois and the Hurons. They all have the thunderbird manifestation as caught by the camera. The shafts of light coming through the clouds look like eagle feathers and to the Indians, and the thunderbird god with spread wings appears in the sky. I was pleased to catch the thunderbird image with my camera.
That was yesterday. Today the mild weather in the pic has been replaced by winter again. Snow is falling as I write this. However, on Wednesday, I will be in the tropics again. The contrasts are stark. They are exemplified by the composite photograph below.
The day before I left for the north, I had my camera in my pocket and recorded the grass on my morning walk. The bottom half of the picture is the gooseberry bush in our garden outside the bay window in the kitchen of our house. It is buried in snow.
The contrasts are stark and discombobulating. However, I consider myself lucky just to be able to experience the contrasts. Old Mr. Sun hasn't shown his face a lot this Christmas season up north. It pains me to leave the fresh air and boreal forest, however, I do look forward to beach, sand and sun, and not wearing layers of bulky clothes.
The Lovely One will miss the winter. Me -- not so much.