My wife and I were actually driving around the countryside, looking for interesting rural scenes to capture. I wasn’t focussed of nature photography. We had made a few stops but eventually we came across this tree in a field. I got her to stop the car and I made my way closer to what I was seeing. As she saw what my attention was directed toward she exclaimed that she saw it too.
It was such a bright and exceptionally cold winter day that ice crystals hung in the air making nearly everything in sight foggy yet glowing at the same time. There were no human, domestic or wild animal tracks visible, no man-made obstructions abound, not even a bird on the branch. Other than a small forest off to my right, this little maple was completely isolated in the elements.
The second I saw this tree as we drove by, I was struck by the dichotomy of impressions that welled up in me from looking at it. The scene almost looked like a lost and lonely child, yet strong and independent as it braved the cold. The vision gave me warmth. I was observing not just a sight but a moment in nature and time.