It was a quieter darker week exploring the frontier here in New Jersey.
It was that time of year again. The environment is cold, dark, and the beginning of the winter is upon us. Where ever there is a winter, there is that darkest time where there is unofficial acknowledgment. Holidays celebrated, gifts given, and everyone is saying, well done, you made it through the darkest time of year. We are halfway out of the longest nights.
The winter solstice, the longest day and the longest night, passed. It was the only thing in my thoughts. I suffer through the madness of this time of year, patiently waiting for it to end. Keeping a low profile, I tried to avoid the mind-numbing endless repetitive music played everywhere. I am not a holiday person.
While waiting for the solstice, I dealt with some simple camera work. There was an event I had to cover in Jersey City, New Jersey.
I also started updating stock photography for my job.
The cold was not too oppressive, and New Jersey was comfortable to move through as long as I had a coat, hat, and gloves. Most things looked worse than they were. For a moment, ice, frozen to the tree branches, glistening in the light, gave things an ethereal quality.
I did manage to have enough coffee though.
These images, from my week of photography, describe to you and explain the light, places, textures, characters I’ve visually observed in my travels. If you can spare a little of your time and share in the wonders, I have seen.