This was taken at 10:40 am. The sun is still low on the southern horizon but it is traveling a shallow arc from left to right and has been up for quite a while. There is nothing distinctive about the picture; I mean, you can’t tell it’s Alaska by the look of it. It could be a scene in Ohio or Texas or just about anywhere. But I know.
The grass is completely encased in frost although it does not show as well as I had hoped it would. I’d like to try a macro shot of a single frosted blade silhouetted against the sun. I’m not at all unhappy with this photograph, I’m just analyzing the results and considering ways to improve them even while the image is still “wet in the tray” to borrow an old metaphor (well, maybe I made that metaphor up). I think I must have gotten this urge to keep perfecting something from my dad. Some might say that I never seem to be happy with what I have done, but that isn’t the case. I enjoy the processes of analysis and refinement and my enjoyment of photography would be greatly diminished if I were not able to post-tinker (I’m certain I made up this word) with my pictures.