It's been a while since I went out to take pictures. I've missed it, but I've had other things on my mind of late. But yesterday, I couldn't take the confinement of winter a minute longer, so I packed up the Major and our beast into the car and headed to the park. It was a brilliantly sunny day, with light blue skies and wispy clouds skittering across the sky. I, of course, got no pictures of the sweeping, crisp views. It was a macro kind of day for me, and the ice formations next to the walkways had my attention. I figured I may as well embrace winter, at least photographically. And the winter of my eye was stark and foreign. It certainly fit my mood, anyway.