This particular mountain in Iceland has become famous due to it’s use as an impressive back drop in the Game of Thrones television series. Usually it is photographed as a formidable snowy mountain or a luscious grass-green temple with waterfalls in the foreground. Since these two scenarios are hugely overdone, I thought I’d share a spring time photo. A photo that marks the end of the snow melting away but before the grass has had a chance to spring back to life and regain its green complexion. It showcases the orange/brown grass which contrasts the blue of the sky and it’s reflection in the water below. The cute little house that also features in this photo is typical of almost all the houses and buildings you see in Iceland – they are all uniformly white with adorable red roofs. One thing this photo cannot convey to the observer is the extreme wind that is blowing through here in this moment. I took this photo from the car because going outside was almost unbearable.
Yellowstone National Park is full of breathtaking scenery. You can drive from wildflower covered hills and grass covered valleys, to snow-scattered mountains such as the ones in this photo. I had to be prepared for significant changes in temperature along this trip, ready for just about anything. I often find myself pointing my camera at a dead tree as the focal point of my photo. There is something hauntingly beautiful about a naked tree, the branches reaching out and forming interesting shapes. No longer a living part of this world but a significant aspect of the current landscape in which it once lived.
Storms are hard on everyone, but none more so than the poor birds which have very little shelter from the wind and cold. I saw a photo today of a very defeated cockatoo in Australia sitting amongst fallen branches, wet and with most of his feathers blown off by cyclone Debbie. Thankfully he was rescued by the photographer and I hope he will make a speedy recovery. The bird in these photos was weathering out a snowstorm in New York two weeks ago (hopefully our last one of the winter) and was grateful that I provided some breadcrumbs. Actually in truth I am not sure that the bird was grateful because grumpy is its permanent facial expression. I cannot blame him as I’d be grumpy too if I was locked outside in a snowstorm with no socks to keep my feet warm.
This current winter season in New York has been quite a mixed bag. It began with one of the warmest Christmas days on record (although, being used to Christmas in Australian summer, it was still too cold for me). By mid January we were all lulled into a false sense of security, I was almost believing it might be a winter with no snow, and I was even a little disappointed (even I found that surprising about myself!). Well, the snow came, and it was a massive amount of snow in one day. Central Park was transformed from gloomy brown and barren to pristine and picturesque white. My two photographs were taken only a week apart, and I have to say that the white snow landscape makes for a prettier picture. So I guess if it has to be winter, then it is better with a bit of snow.