This morning I was planning to make the usual run to Dan’s Supermarket for caramel rolls and the sunday paper, but every time I looked out the view was the same: pure white, blizzarding wind, and blowing snow. I avoided leaving the house for fear of disappearing into the frigid tempest, until finally the wind died down enough that I felt it might be safe to venture out. I marveled at the colors of the sky, the stair-step formations of clouds with the golden light of the rising sun highlighting the western edges. When I reached the store I took a moment to capture a picture of the barbed wire surrounding the train yard next door with the sky behind it, contrasting the wide open sky with the way we tend to fence things in – the things (we think) we own, versus the things we’ll never be able to control.
This post was prompted by the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge.