I mean a strong constitution for snow in the middle of April. If you’re totally in love with spring–and averse to any interruption to the blooming of daffodils–please quickly dash to another blog. There are no daffodils hiding in this blog. None at all.
We were recently “blessed” with six or seven inches of snow. It arrived with blustery zeal during two days–Saturday and Sunday. It wiped out all traces of spring. It dumped upon us with a fury, albeit with a strange haunting beauty.
This morning I wore Grandma’s snowmobile suit from the early 1970’s (or was that the late 1960’s?) and winter boots and hat and gloves and stumbled outside as the sun rose between the bare poplar and maple trees.
Decided to get re-acquainted with Ms. Camera. Time to remember that second appendage to photographers-bloggers. Our third hand.
I wasn’t going to post until tomorrow. (Please, please, no eye rolling!) But, if I don’t post today, it will be Too Late. See end of blog to discover why.
One of the most beautiful things in the world is a hushed dawn with a carpet of navigable snow beneath your feet. You’ve eaten your Kashi cereal and drunk your organic coffee and checked your email and blog comments and you’re ready to go.
You amble around the property. You look for appropriate photographable shots. You eye the world with an appraising attentive eye. Which views will give you what can be communicated? And which views are better kept in the mind’s eye? One must assess the difference.
You think that maybe you should come outside every morning. Snow or rain. Sunshine or gray skies. You should. You really should. You shouldn’t make excuses to linger at the computer.
OK, surprisingly, we’ve come to the end of this blog already. Who wants to guess why we must post today–this afternoon–and not wait until tomorrow morning?
Because it’s APRIL–that’s why! And we all know what happens on sunny April afternoons.
The snow melts.
And melts so quickly you can almost forget that it existed in the hushed dawn.
If we don’t post Now, it will be a completely new world. A snow-less world. A world of–dare I say it?–blooming daffodils.
I hope you enjoyed our little trek in the snow. I hope you were all wearing YOUR snowmobile suits from the 1970’s or 1960’s. I hope you all remembered how to use your camera.
Let’s go again tomorrow morning, shall we? At least in our imagination?