It’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I don’t care for snow. It looks great when it’s fresh and thick, makes the trees all pretty, and does wonderful things for mountains, but on city streets, in traffic, or even in front of my house on the sidewalk, requiring shoveling, forget it. Before getting my driving license I liked it. Went to Art Hill, played, as a little kid looked forward to building castles, all that good ol’ fashion cool stuff. I have learned to dislike it. Especially in my town, where people seem annually to forget how to drive in it.
Besides, I’m not too fond of the cold anymore.
So in lieu of images of snow-clad trips to Grandma’s house, let me offer a warmer scene, something of light and shadow and early morning promise.
Once upon a time I had serious intentions toward photography. This was taken during one of the occasional wanderjahrs I used to take, searching—what’s the phrase?—the “visually arresting.” A lot of great images are the result of being somewhere unexpected at the right time.
Anyway, here’s my Christmas card via blog for anyone interested. Wherever you are, whatever is on the ground, may you be warm and comfortable and with good friends and family you love. Merry Christmas.
