Winter’s Lament

Winter is slowly creeping up on us.  We had our first snowfall this weekend, and although it was not signifigant, it was a clear reminder that the colder weather is inevitable.

Don’t get me wrong…  I love the snow and cold weather.  I love tobogganing and snowball fights.  I love ice skating and building snowmen.  I love the incredible silence in the morning after snow has blanketed the streets.

But, being out on Sunday made me see it all a little differently.   

After walking through snow covered paths, and seeing nothing but the dull grey and brown palette of winter, I am longing for the spring.  I miss the smattering of bright colours and feeling of rebirth.  I miss the unexplainable antipation in the air, and the smell of the wet soil.  I miss seeing the first flowers pop out of the ground, and wondering when the next ones will push through next.  I miss feeling the air get warmer, as the days grow longer. 

Oh, I miss the spring!

I will accept the snow and cold, along with shortened days.  I will watch the chickadees play, while scraping the frost from my car windows.  I will trek across the ice covered paths, and build snow forts with my kids.

I will do it, because in a few days things are going to start turning around again.  The days will once again get longer, and spring will slowly creep back .

The texture used in the above picture was by the amazing Kim Klassen.

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This photograph and your work on it is just phenomenal!! Gorgeous!

Excellent composition and beautiful texture treatment.

delicate composition, very nicely done

So very pretty. Soft, subtle tones.

I love the texture and the treatment here, very fitting for the image.

This is a beautiful image, Krista. Chickadees have such wonderful, bright spirits, braving the winter. I’m not a fan of snow and ice, either. But soon it will be spring again.

Thank you for your lovely comments – they are much appreciated! – g

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