Perhaps from growing up in San Francisco in the '60s ↬ '70s, and from the many hours of landscape photography over the decades in dozens of remote locales, I see faces in Nature. Sometimes human, sometimes fanciful, some look like animals and some conjure frightening images of mayhem or visions of an ethereal world.
These 9 photographs were taken along the edge of Thomas Creek as it flows into the now extinct Alexander Lake in the south meadows of Reno, Nevada, Dec 18, 2016.
It was cold that morning, the first winter cold-snap; the hedgerows were rimed and stiff with frost and the standing water in the roadside drainage ditches was skimmed with ice and even the edges of the running water in the Nine Mile branch glinted fragile and scintillant like fairy glass....
— William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust, 1948