I went for a walk in a woods nearby today, looking for something to photograph. It was very cold and my daughter and I were bundled against the north wind when I took this picture. After looking at animal tracks in the snow, we headed for home.
I did a series of self portraits the other day for the back cover of a photography book I am working on. 
I trekked across the field in knee-deep snow with my camera inside a zip-lock sandwich bag to take a picture of the little country church in a blizzard. The church has been around since 1745 so it has seen its share of snow. 
When Zoe woke this morning to over a foot of snow, she debated, briefly, whether she wanted to go outdoors. I shoveled a path for her to follow, but she strayed and sniffed and put her nose to the ground, trying to make sense of things I guess. 
The tree at my house was decorated today with over 20 years worth of ornaments from all over. Afterwards, I circled the tree with my camera and spotted Santa Claus deep inside, between the branches. 
This is a same church as the one I photographed a few months ago when it was alive with fall color, Country Church in Evening Light. I will shoot it again in spring. As it is only a few hundred yard outside my back door, it’s become one of my favorite scenes to photograph. The church dates back to 1745. 
