Afternoon meander to the mailbox

Barry's red 1949 Studebaker truck

Maybe six inches of snow in the driveway.  Plowing scheduled for this evening.  First photographic subject:  The Studebaker.  Only because it’s red.  A beginning photography blog suggested one photographs bright colors in snowy scenes.  Thus:  the brightest light in our driveway.

Tire tracks in snow

Because I don’t obey suggestions very well:  study photographic subject #2. White snowy tire tracks with blue shadows.  Look at its artistic curve.  Just think how many artistic pictures our tires draw daily.

Baby spruce and tennage spruce trees

The spruce children waved as I passed.  Covered with snow, they still said hello.  We see one another almost daily.  They are growing like–not weeds–trees.  Their grandmother stands nearby, a majestic beauty soaring toward the heavens.

Grandma Spruce

It is good to photograph spruce because they wear deep green clothing.  Like the Studebaker, they stand out in the landscape of gray tree branches and bark and trunks and white snow.

Another view of Granny.

A stunning find on the way back to the house, near the garage! Loops of extension cord winding around and around, diving in and out of the snow, playing.  (You can tell the cord is playing, right?)  And it’s orange.  Bright color against white.

Loops of the extension cord buried in snow

Finally, the yellow of the tractor tire winked out of the snow.  It wore a snow haircut.  That very same tire will soon be moving in the driveway, plowing the snow into banks.  The tractor itself is red, but I figured we already were saturated in red photos after the Studebaker.  Yep.  The tractor-operator just left the house headed for a Plowing Mission.

Yellow tractor tire

I suppose you’re wondering if we got any mail.  The answer is yes.  Unfortunately, mostly work for my job.  A couple end-of-year bank statements.  Some junk mail.  No personal letters today.  No checks.

Nonetheless, it was a very profitable trip to the mailbox.  Can you tell?