These three fir trees grow at the side of the path to the beach, and I’ve passed them many times without taking particular notice. But on this day the soft winter sun seemed to shine on them just right, highlighting the detail in the trunks while drawing out the pastel tones of the woodland foliage.
The boat made no pretensions to beauty; it was remarkable only in the stark whiteness of its utilitarian fibreglass hull. But I liked the way it looked, set atop an ancient driftwood log, with a background of frosted foliage that preserved the minimalist colour palette.
This little yellow kelp bulb (a kind of seaweed) was left on the beach after a recent high tide.
As a kid, I was a rock hound. My eyes are still attracted to the colours and textures of stones, such as these beautiful ocean-tumbled specimens.
An ordinary, rather scrubby patch of land is transformed by rising mist.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Transmogrify
I took these shots a few days ago. The big windstorm and subsequent heavy rains have stripped the deciduous trees around our place, but further inland the leaves are mostly still hanging on.
I believe this is a hawthorn tree. The berries are so bright and beautiful at this time of year.