Be on the lookout this time of year for found art created by nature. Here’s one I spotted yesterday when barren tree limbs and a patio table were reflected on the skim of ice on my pool cover.
Sometimes these wintry scenes become prompts for poetry or even the beginning of a story setting. It’s always good exercise.
A real photographer would have stood out there in 11 degrees for a better picture. I’m just a poet so I make up what I can’t see.