As I stand here looking across this snow covered lake in northern Minnesota I begin to realize how quiet it is. The air is calm, there are no sounds of cars or airplanes. Just the sound of my snowshoes as I walk through the deep late winter snow in the stillness of the north woods. In this white world around me my eyes are drawn to the pattern and texture of the birch trees on the far shore. The white trees stand out against the dark woods behind them. I am constantly amazed at the beauty and creativity God shows us in his creation, even in this cold bleak time of winter.
The West Rosebud Creek in southern Montana is a special place away from the noise of everyday life. This isn’t a quiet place, the sound of the cascading water is quite loud as it rolls over and around the rocks on it’s migration to the lower elevations. When capturing a photograph like this, I want the viewer to be able to hear in their mind the sound of the cool water rushing downstream, as if they where there along the bank of the creek with me. Early morning, before the sun could penetrate the valley, was the perfect time to photograph the rapids with a slow shutter speed giving the water it’s silky appearance.