Looking out the window the morning did not appear to be much different from the last six mornings of grey and snow. Still, I heeded a small nudge to take the camera along during my morning walk. It did not disappoint. It was a noble, calm, flat grey morning with snow quietly falling. It felt as though we momentarily stepped into the monochrome world of photographer Ansel Adams. I was compelled to find something to photograph.
Snow cover and open water are contrasting features here on the Canadian prairie.
About an hour later, I was trudging out to feed guardian dogs. While there was no orb of sun to be seen in the sky, it was shedding what light it could through the grey cover. The guardian dogs were beautifully poised and so colourful against the monochrome scene, no matter where they were situated on the snowy landscape.
Happy Thanksgiving indeed, good weather or poor.