The winds of change

Sitting in my double glazed den, watching the last of the leaves fall to the ground, and the squirrels being exposed on the stark branches, I'm aware that the weather is changing rapidly.

Editing images at my laptop in the centrally heated suburbs of High Point North Carolina is a far cry from home in my native Australia.

We are waiting for the first flurries of snow to herald the carol singers, and this promises to be my first ever White Christmas. Well I have heard Bing's rendition, but never actually been able to partake of one personally.

Australia does have snow, but only in a few tiny mountain resorts, and only for a month or two each year. I have seen snow in lots of cities, and resorts over the years but I was always dedicated enough to be home for Christmas. Now that my family has all departed, those reasons have disappeared. The last three Christmases have been alone, and now, for the first time, I'm almost guaranteed a white one, and a shared one also... Perhaps I have laid the Grinch to rest for a while.

As a photographer of the Nude in Nature, I don't see much opportunity to be shooting out there in this weather. I know very few models locally, and those that I do know would hardly go out of their way to strip down to their goosebumps for a shoot at this time of year.