The snow can seem dreary when it’s a week after week reality, which it is not where I live. It’s all sparkle, softness, and beauty.

Last night it put on it’s pretty flavor and I missed some good pictures by not going out to catch every minute of the dawn with it’s pink horizon that blended in to three colors of sky blue. But I did get outside and got some pictures of trees that Ivan Shishkin the forest artist might have liked.

While I was complaining to myself about missing the really good  light, the sun broke over tops of the trees leaving them half warm pink and cool blue in the most glorious ways!

I’ve decided that the way to get past my human inability to remember so many details is to learn patterns. Patterns and interrelationships are language constants, much as in math as a language. Knowing them is knowing formulas of light and form.

So these photos are vocabulary. Behold!