Odin was born in North Dakota and spent the first three years of his life with me in New York. Snow just isn’t a big deal to him, and he let his feelings about it be known. Hiro will run into the house at the first chance, so I think he was trying to be brave and agree with Odin about the cold.
As much as I never wanted to see snow again, there is no denying its pristine beauty. This storm gave a solid coating of ice before changing into snow in the course of two days, making this morning almost fairytale like in its crystaline beauty.
Walking around through winter's brown and gray, it takes a lot of stretching of the imagination to find something, well... picturesque. While color always is an eye-catcher, when there is none, the focus has to shift elsewhere. Not to be discredited even in the most colorful of settings is the interaction of the subject with its surroundings. My animals gave me subjects today as I experimented with mid afternoon light.
After chasing Saki and Hiro off the round bale, Odin stood there to strike the same pose. I have no idea what all three animals were looking at off yonder…
