The Bridge Material:Epic Prints The winds were just picking

The winds were just picking up and you could see things were going to get nasty

The countryside is rugged

I took this picture of a Ring-billed gull on a bright early morning at a lake near my home in Minnesota

As I came to the outskirts of town I reached the harbor packed with all these fishing boats seeking refuge from the fog and the storm that brought it there

The Bridge Material:Epic Prints The winds were just pickingEarly one cold January morning I decided to take a walk on a path close to my house. It had snowed about 10 inches overnight and I was the first one on the path. Having no other footprints in the path ahead gave it a magical look as if no one had never traveled this way before. As I approached this bridge which crossed a small creek Robert Frosts poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening came to mind. I spent several minutes just standing there