No, I’m not giving into it, I won’t! I love winter! Perhaps not so much this one, though… Wishing it were summer. We all get there at one point or another during the winter time. This hunkering for warmer times.

When winter is harsh and cold, I enjoy every minute of it. Yet, this year, Old Man Winter seems to be having second thoughts about hanging around. He’s not here with whiteouts or frozen limbs, yet everything is done to get sick. Sick with and of coughing, headaches and occasional bouts of fever.

Judging by the temperatures, winter is nearly over. Giving away to a few days of spring and then summer. At least that’s what we have come to expect in Manitoba. That it is only the beginning of March makes no difference. We all know that spring and summer will come.

At least at one point in time. Perhaps next year. So for now we can show our pictures of the almost  past season, with the hope of a new season to start.

Many of us have been in the photography sphere for some time now. Long enough to know what kind of pictures we can take, and what kind we leave behind. Recently I saw an interesting question pop up in my news feed.

“What made you pick up your camera in the first place?”, it read. It made me think about what I used to photograph and what I am shooting nowadays. Things have certainly changed over time.

Lately, I have been out and about to find owls. They live here year-round for the most part, but some have come from far to be photographed by me. I do get snubbed by them some years, but eventually they come back and pose nicely.

An owl has always had that “wise” look over him (or her). Always slightly disapproving of whatever you are doing.