Often when I take my walks and photograph what I see around me, the feeling of being there is difficult to convey. I mean, I can snap a picture of me in a fluffy down jacket and thermo pants, red-nosed and happy and all against a dull grey backdrop – because snow does tend to end up a dull grey, even though in real life, it shines. So these are my pictures of what it feels like to be there, in the silence of the snowy woods, by day and by night. They say artists lie to tell the truth – well, this is my truth. 🙂
The things we do for love… of pretty pictures! I actually thought my big toes had broken in two before I finally came back home. Have you ever been that cold? Jack London’s To Build a Fire cold? It really makes you feel small – in the universe. Like there’s no shield between yourself and the dead of space. It doesn’t just feel uncomfortable, it feels dangerous.
But it does make for beautiful frosty images.
I played around with some softer photos today – deliberately less focused to bring out the afterlight from the vanished sun. I don’t know why, but I like the result.
It feels vaguely silver nitrate-y. Lord of the Rings-y. (Which I’m re-devouring at the moment, by the way. The coming week feels exactly like the scenes where Frodo and Sam have to cross the plains of Gorgoroth. But more on that later.)
And behold the reason behind my deep frozen toes: the moon, that decided to rise at the exact moment when I should have turned homewards and curled up in the sofa with some glögg (mulled wine). But when you’re a lunatic, you’re a lunatic… 😉
Later still, when the moon had risen so high I couldn’t fit it into the picture. But the light!
Grey, grey, grey. We’re living in a black and white movie.
The sky is overcast and it never really feels like we have daylight. Kind of like Mordor – but nicer!
Because since we finally have a layer of snow, the world is brighter than before. It makes such a difference. The deleafed trees tower over me as I take my usual walk through the woods. Tall and slim, they resemble the grass in the hedgerow, only a lot bigger.
Twigs and branches are laden with snow, and the ice is slowly covering the lakes and streams, inching a little further over the surface each night.
Ah, the glitter and crunch of an early morning walk in the woods! We’re being warned that this winter will be cold, and I welcome it after the last three or four ones which were dismal. Last year it rained on Christmas Day! Completely unheard of.
I keep posting things that have a silver lining, don’t I? Not only clouds can be edged with brightness, but flowers, grass, trees, and people too.
But here’s something I haven’t posted before. There’s this one slope where I’ve seen both bear droppings and bear tracks, and it’s no great leap of logic to surmise that this here carcass was made by a bear! I wonder what kind of creature met its nemesis here – the ribcage seems too small to belong to a moose.
The stream is covered by a thin layer of ice now.
Just a few months ago, it looked like this:
Isn’t the variety of nature amazing?
Last night, we had our first snowfall. During the hours of subzero temperatures, the surface water in a bucket froze and formed… this!
An exquisite crown of ice. If this isn’t the most beautiful sign that winter (King Bore) is coming, I don’t know what is.