A blizzard blew into town earlier this week and I figured it would be a great test of my compact camera experiment (almost at the 1-year mark now) in the most extreme of conditions. Bad weather always means great photography: dramatic scenes, few people to get in the way and unique photos that can’t be duplicated in the future.
With the companionship of two DSLR-laiden friends and the promise of a local forest preserve devoid of crowds, I set out with my trusty S-90 in my coat pocket.
Along the way, I remembered the best part about winter photography: it’s made for minimalists. It’s all about patterns and texture.
And when there is color, it’s simple and striking: