One of the things I love most about photography is how it shows me things I can’t see with my own two eyes. The image above was taken on my Laudholm Farm photo walk last week. My eye was drawn to this little cluster of buds because they seemed so out of place. This is Maine. It’s December. Tender flower buds are normally a distant memory by now, not to be seen again until spring, many months away.
But here they were, on the tip of a branch of an otherwise bare shrub. Tiny, maybe 3/8 of an inch long. So I snapped their picture, to record their bravery and to help myself remember this warmer-than-usual fall and early winter.
It was only after I got home and looked at the photo on my computer screen that I said, “Wait. What is that?”
I magnify, zoom in, and discover: tiny globes of water, melted frost, perfectly poised on the tips of the buds.
That is what I love about photography.
[Note: This image is simply cropped from the one above. No other post-processing was done.]