Two snow/ice falls so far this winter… yipeee! The most we’ve had since we moved to Georgia. This morning I decided to pay a small tribute to photography master Ansel Adams, and I ventured out in the ice to get some black and white shots of our humble winter wonderland. So bundled up in my coziest winter gear (that still didn’t do the job, blame it on being a hot-blooded latina) I went for a walk crossing my fingers that I wouldn’t slip on the ice and shatter my lens.
There something about walking alone in the snow that is so peaceful. It has an appeal of its own. The birds have left their homes, the streets are isolated. The only sound resonating in my ears was the crunchy layers of ice swooshing under the weight of my rubber boots; and the now bare, skinny tree branches shivering when kissed by the icy rushes of wind. It’s like the world, nature is holding it’s breath in awe of its own beauty. I smiled the entire way (ok, I smiled about half the time, and the rest of the time I held my scarf over my numb face) and I came back home energized.