Well, I believe that no weather is bad weather and happily take whatever comes my way. Any weather is great material for photography, rain, heat, warm colors of the fall all create beatiful windows of opportunity for photographers. Deep down, I am a nature photographer who loves being outdoors day and night, rain or shine. And, generally, I can weather the weather .
Here, in Western New York (and I moved to the Buffalo area a few months ago), weather is "something else". And while my friends and colleagues start boasting beautiful spring images so characteristic of March, I still shovel, de-ice, and drive slow. Why? Because this weekend, just like many others before this one and probably quite a few ahead, is a cold, winter weekend. Not the kind where frost glistens cheerfully on shapely tree branches, and snow squeaks under your shows, and you enjoy a view of rich blue skies with the help of your polarizing filter. Naaah! This is one of those many weekends with a foot of snow, heavy snowfall, sleet on the road, ice on the driveway, gray sky and winds gusting up to 40mph. Blizzard and whiteout.
I was thinking of going for a walk and capturing this March madness in all its beauty (and, well, there is beauty in heavy cushions of snow on pine trees, roof tops and roadways), but then I reconsidered...after imagining all this cold snow sticking to my eyes, cheeks, lenses, ripping my hat off and making it generally unpleasant to stop here and there, take time to ponder exposure and composition and set up my tripod.
Thus, I wait patiently for sunnier, less windy days, to come...