Happiness = The first snow of the season
Plus, since my office is closed, I have a few hours to visit all of you!
It is hard to tell, but the snow was still falling when I took this image, allowing us, as my friend Jim over at Poetry in Motion said, to walk on virgin earth.
As I write this post, quickly before leaving for work, I am pondering if after 4 1/2 years it is time to freshen up my blog. I’ve not changed a thing since I first stepped onto the virgin earth of this blog space. Perhaps it is time.
As I write this post, I realize that several of my blogging friends are not the fans of snow that I am.
Yes, I have lived up north. I loved the snow then and I love the snow now. And the less attractive parts of winter make the warmth and new growth of spring all the more welcome.
The best part of this particular snowstorm? It happened on a Saturday and I didn’t have to dig myself out at the crack of dawn to drive to work!
We didn’t get much, maybe 4 inches or so. Yet still my heart is happy as I worry about the day when snow is a only a memory.
The question is: how do you photograph the snow in a different way? How do you avoid the same old snow scenes?
Especially when you’ve not left the house and are still in your jammies. When you stand on the porch in your slippers, where just a bit of snow has collected, and try to capture the glory of snow.
And then, you wander back inside and enjoy the quiet day, and the opportunity to play with photography.
Stay warm, my friends, and enjoy the day.
Okay, let’s be honest, I never pay attention to the weather report.
Needless to say, I was surprised when I opened the curtains Saturday morning to see snow on the ground.
We’ve all seen Daffodils push up through the snow, but I’m pretty sure my Redbud Tree had not seen the white stuff before.
Between spring snow and upcoming travel, my bike will remain quietly on the carport for another week. Sigh …
I’m a day late for the Valentines Day love, but I’m right on time for the snow love.
Southwest Virginia is in the midst of another winter storm. So far, we’ve got 6 inches of unexpected snow, which is soon to be followed by an inch of ice, and I am missing the Equal Rights Amendment Rally at the State Capital. Did you realize that the ERA has STILL NOT, 100 years later, been ratified? I’m bummed about that and about missing the rally.
In an effort to keep a positive attitude, I decided to show the snow in a different way.
How ’bout a little Through the Screen photography?
Or even some Screen Art?
or the abstract Snow on Leaves?
Hang in there, my friends.
By the time these images post, the snow will be gone and the East Coast will have moved on to the next big story. Thanks for checking in this week. Hope you’ve enjoyed my #JonasBlizzard2016 images. And remember! I’d love to see yours, so please share a link!
Why the VT cup? Much hydration is needed when shoveling a long, steep driveway, and I just liked the way the cup looked in the snow.
Sunday dawned bright, with that crystal clear blue sky that often follows a storm. The temperature hovered around 20, but the sun made it seem much warmer.
My Weber Grill, forgotten and uncovered, became a work of art. Or so it seemed to me.
It’s been fun sharing a few photos at a time, and I very much appreciate you stopping by to take a look. To see other images from the Blizzard of 2016, please visit #Jonas, Snowbound Bike Chick, The Lull, or Keep The Feeder Full.
During much of the storm, I was inside working on Nurse Practitioner Continuing Education Units. I’d dash out to take a photo, and come right back in to work. Very early on Saturday morning (2:30am), I was outside shooting and was intrigued by the sight of this chair.
You just never know what will catch the eye of a photographer.
On Friday, there was a lull in the storm; a few hours when the snow stopped falling. I was dismayed!
Yes! I love the adventure that comes with snow. There is excitement in the air. A change of pace.
As David Dudley of The New York Times said, snow “briefly hides everything – the plastic grocery bags and mini-marts and dog poop and salt grimed Toyotas and sundry disorder of modernity. Watching the quotidian American crudscape transform into a fairy-tale kingdom is a legitimate wonder. Name another disaster that leaves an afflicted region more attractive in it’s wake”. It’s a great opinion piece; you should read it!