A windmill and the bush behind are graced with a cloak of white, courtesy of a late morning snowfall.
Tag: snow
Art, underfoot
Snow, collecting on the deck boards.
It’s bitterly cold. About minus 13 Celsius, wind chill minus 25. Winter brings different rhythms, different harmonies, different melodies to the ear and eye. Difficult though it may be, and is, to appreciate the music, it’s important to be open, to accept, the different tune.
Art, overhead
Snow, collecting on the roof of our shed.
First snow
taken and posted with the PlayBook
This actually occurred several weeks ago. Since then, very dry. The season holds many unknowns. That is fine, I have learned to accept what is.
Memory and anticipation
Although our first snow has melted, the memory remains. The anticipation of more hangs in my mind. More snow is coming, winter is coming, and I will do my best to embrace both.
Blanket
A light white blanket softens the corduroy of a harvested cornfield.
Turning
Another sign that the season is turning, the first significant snow. It’s beautiful to see, though the cold – minus 14 wind chill – is unseasonable and biting. It’s good to experience such cold. Makes me feel more alive and much more grateful to have a snug home.
Tendrils
Tendrils of snow fall through the evening sky, evaporating before reaching ground level.
Defiance
Defying the odds, rain, temperature, this snowbank hangs on well into May and spring.
Brushed
Our neighbours’ pine tree, brushed by snow on March 25.
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