For the most part, winter was dull this year. We didn’t get much snow, and it was just cold and gray for a few months. I had zero photographic inspiration. By late February, I decided I ought to make inspiration for myself instead of waiting for it to come to me. I was tired of letting the bleak landscape affect me. My sister and I set out for a walk on a trail nearby, and I grabbed the camera as we headed out the door. We walked along and enjoyed our time together, but still the landscape was blah. Everything was dead. Brown. Gray. No contrast. No beauty. The canal that runs along the trail is home to some mallard ducks. They swam contentedly in the water, and I found a parting through the reeds where I was able to get a brief, but good vantage point of the male. He didn’t seem to care that it was February and winter was dull. Maybe I shouldn’t either. It’s a good reminder that seasons are just that: seasons. Whether the season I’m in seems beautiful and exciting, or cold, gray and bleak, it shouldn’t affect me. Seasons come and go, but I can find contentment in my relationship with Christ. He is the only One who can truly satisfy.
