Normally, I don't like to take snow photos . . . namely, because I really hate the snow. It's cold, inconvenient, slippery when wet, ad infinitum. Still, the interplay of light, shadow and snow on the north sides of the trees, plus its vertical-ness, was just too much to pass up.

Winter Snow by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

I don't know why, but every time I look at this, I think of Stan Laurel of Laurel and Hardy. Some may be too young to know who he was, but the team of Laurel and Hardy was among the most popular of Hollywood icons of their time.

Stan Laurel Stump by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

These branches as fingers seem to be crying out, "Help! I'm drowning!" Well, okay, maybe that is a bit of a stretch. What's your caption?

Finger Branches by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

One of favorite things to photograph is reflections in water. I don't know why. Perhaps it's the symmetry. I just know it looks cool. Maybe that's enough of a reason.

Reflections by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

I was in a mood to just go driving one day this last summer and decided to drop by Pony Express Lake and see what I could see. It’s amazing to me that whenever there’s water, there’s picture-taking possibilities. I know, there’s picture-taking possibilities everywhere you go, but I just happen to like water for some reason. It’s so expressive.

An interesting view as I was nearing the end of a night's long ride.

One Foggy Morning by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

We get a lot of fog in Missouri, and even more hills.

There's no posing this child, not if you wish to get a natural look. Once in awhile, something nice slips through . . . if you wait long enough.

Sariah by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

This is our Santa Claus, giver of gifts, handing out of the loot.

Jessica by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

Our MMR-caused autistic child. Not in a smiling mood, but definitely lost in her own little world. Shot from across half the house. Probably should have gotten a 'leetle' bit closer.

Rachel by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

The wonder of it all. . . . Even harder to pose than Sariah, but well worth the wait.

Ashley by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

Mom always says every photo taken of her catches her with her eyes closed. . . . But I'm quicker on the draw.

Jen by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

Nope, daddy's not sleeping. Just very laid back.

Mike by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

Here’s wishing you a very, Merry, Merry Christmas and a Happy, Happy New Year!

Love, Grandpa

What lives in between?

In Between by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

The day was late, overcast and somewhat cold, so contrast wasn’t what one would call ideal. But I love old barns and, well, I just couldn’t resist. So, I rolled down the window (obviously not dedicated to the best shot possible), and took a few pictures.

What are we looking between?

Between by Cris Coleman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

While out photographing some small bridge construction, I noticed this peculiar bit of fantasy. Can you figure out what it is?