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phy</figcaption></figure><p id="b43f">I was driving through western Mass when I spotted this tree. Luckily, there was a parking lot across the street. I grabbed my camera and captured this solitary tree in a field. <i>Sometimes, luck happens.</i></p><p id="116b">My daughter and I always make a winter trip to Maine. This year there hasn’t been much snow as evidenced by a <a href="https://readmedium.com/perkins-cove-survives-latest-epic-winter-storm-6a43407493"><b>story</b></a> I wrote last month. But a couple of years ago, winter was in its full glory; cold, icy, and snowy. We drove a bit further to Kennebunk, Maine, where we found Gooch’s Beach. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t surprised by the number of people out for a walk on the beach.</p><figure id="fded"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*kzqiq2VNUPn23VD6yqm3cg.jpeg"><figcaption>The cloud cover over a snowy Gooch’s Beach makes this photo stand out. © Bruce Coulter Photography</figcaption></figure><p id="74c3">Closer to home, I trekked through about six inches of snow to capture a photo of the Old Stone Church in West Boylston. I wasn’t really prepared for hiking through snow, so I drove home with some very wet shoes and socks — and complete satisfaction.</p><figure id="203d"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*I9xRDe6cdj9mDOqrxdDHEw.jpeg"><figcaption>Old Stone Church, West Boylston. © Bruce Coulter Photography</figcaption></figure><p id="4245">Despite having little snow to enjoy, I hope readers will understand why I love shooting monochrome in the winter.</p><p id="7599">If you’ve read this far, thank you for stopping by. Lay 50 claps on me and comment if you would please. I will return the favor. Cheers!</p><p id="0aab"><i>I accept tips, which go directly to <a href="https://www.diningforhunger.com">Dining for Hunger</a>, a recognized 501(c)(3) organization that looks to end food insecurity. If you can spare a dollar or two, I’d be grateful.</i></p><p id="80e5">More stories from Bruce Coulter.</p><div id="52e4" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/my-neighborhood-was-an-awesome-place-to-grow-up-c05055e20152"> <div> <div> <h2>My Neighborhood Was an Awesome Place to Grow Up</h2> <div><h3>Reminisces of a childhood long gone</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*_93z-KtS

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I Need Snow to Feed My Imagination in Winter

Winter photography is meant for monochrome

**This also happens to be my 100th post on Medium.** Photo by author

I love photographing winter scenes in black and white. The contrast of black and white, mixed with grays, combines to make poignant images. Sometimes I will soften the image — just a bit. More often than not, I sharpen my photos to make buildings and objects stand out against winter’s white coat.

Before I continue, let me share that this is my 100th post on Medium, the bulk of which have been posted over the last ten weeks. I didn’t take the platform seriously initially. I even left for a time. By the middle of October, I was ready to get after it. And here I am.

So let me thank the readers and Medium writers who have held my hand or cajoled me into thinking I should take writing seriously again. My daily views hit the 500 mark today, and I’m approaching 7,000 views over a 30-day period. In October, I paid Medium to publish my work. Now they’re paying me. Not much, still, but when the January earnings post, I’ll be able to pay a bill rather than buy a coffee at Dunks. I hope to continue my upward trend, thanks to you folks.

**I don’t know about you, but I’ll follow this road.** © Bruce Coulter Photography

The photo above didn’t require a lot of walking, just a lot of care. The road is surprisingly well-traveled. I was constantly looking both ways to avoid traffic.

A bonus is the exercise I get trudging through the snow. I can feel the cold on my face, my nose running as usual in wintry weather. I’m never cold, though. I dress in layers, allowing me to pull my coat’s zipper down to cool down a bit. I’m always amazed by how warm I get in freezing temperatures.

I’m at peace in the snow, whether I’m knee-deep in it or leaving slight tracks after an inch or two of fresh snow. The silence is incredible.

A tree faces the brunt of an oncoming snowstorm. © Bruce Coulter Photography

I was driving through western Mass when I spotted this tree. Luckily, there was a parking lot across the street. I grabbed my camera and captured this solitary tree in a field. Sometimes, luck happens.

My daughter and I always make a winter trip to Maine. This year there hasn’t been much snow as evidenced by a story I wrote last month. But a couple of years ago, winter was in its full glory; cold, icy, and snowy. We drove a bit further to Kennebunk, Maine, where we found Gooch’s Beach. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t surprised by the number of people out for a walk on the beach.

The cloud cover over a snowy Gooch’s Beach makes this photo stand out. © Bruce Coulter Photography

Closer to home, I trekked through about six inches of snow to capture a photo of the Old Stone Church in West Boylston. I wasn’t really prepared for hiking through snow, so I drove home with some very wet shoes and socks — and complete satisfaction.

Old Stone Church, West Boylston. © Bruce Coulter Photography

Despite having little snow to enjoy, I hope readers will understand why I love shooting monochrome in the winter.

If you’ve read this far, thank you for stopping by. Lay 50 claps on me and comment if you would please. I will return the favor. Cheers!

I accept tips, which go directly to Dining for Hunger, a recognized 501(c)(3) organization that looks to end food insecurity. If you can spare a dollar or two, I’d be grateful.