On the Country Roads. Against the Storm

 

Lately, I often stop at the edges of ordinary fields, completely captivated by simple stems of wheat.

In black and white the world changes.  Without color you are left with the raw geometry of nature.  Suddenly the stalks become a visual rhythm of dark, vertical lines.  

Just a few stems against the sky turn into architectural marvels—delicate but resilient, holding their ground under a dark sky.

On the Country Roads. Huntsville Before the Storm

 

On the Country Roads. Crossing the Quiet

Storm Clouds and White Feathers

The morning brought with it a strong wind and cold.

The sky stretched overhead covered with heavy storm clouds. The lake seemed completely deserted, not a single fisherman dared to risk getting soaked to the bone.

Yet, the American White pelicans remained utterly unfazed, gliding through the chaos as if the approaching storm were nothing more than a passing breeze.

Generally, life is good.