The dark winter nights are starting to wear on me. But there is still beauty to be found, though I find myself searching harder and harder to find beauty I haven’t seen already.
Last night found me bored and restless, and therefore out on a wet night in a familiar old haunt: Shipshewana, Indiana. I had thought to capture more of what I have captured in the past, and was pleasantly surprised to find the remnants of an ice carving festival. The weather has been less than cooperative for an ice carving festival, and most of the ice was lying in glistening chunks on the ground.
As I have an affinity for “shiny,” it was the perfect night to shoot.