Other than politics, the one topic that can– guaranteed– stir the emotions of many, is the weather. This is, of course, true of many in Northern Michigan. Especially winter and its cold weather. Just the brief mention of the word snow is enough to send someone into a theatrical fear. “Don’t say the ‘S’ word!”
Ya know…the White Stuff…
Speaking the word ‘snow’ in the wrong circles is quite the taboo. In the check-out line, a cashier may make small talk, expressing their disdain for the snow that is on its way. Just when they expect me to reflect the sentiment, I often shock them, saying something to the effect of: “I love the cold, rainy weather…I look forward to it each year.” After such a statement, conversation often becomes awkward, like I have offended them, and am no longer worth talking to. Perhaps my views make them uncomfortable (sounds like a certain political cycle, eh?). It appears weather and politics have more in common than first thought.
Don’t get me wrong, my intent is not to say that one persons views are any less valid than another’s…I am just voicing observations. This is not fabricated content. I understand the need to voice an opinion: I am not fond of hot temperatures and humidity. I cannot wait for summer to end each year. I enjoy the cold. I am just like any other human being on the planet–I have my preferences.
The First Snows
Politics aside, the first snow falls of the year 2018 have been breathtakingly beautiful. On the 8th of November, I took a brief hike out at one of my favorite trails, and realized just how special the first snows of the season are. These snow falls don’t often remain, and disappear–melting quickly into the still-warm ground. Though the snow may disappear, the memory of the first snowfalls never melt away. They remain as fresh as the day they fell in my mind.
The snow creates such wonderful patterns and textures along the trail, and amidst the bare branches, the snow glows magically in the fading light. And below, snow peppers the grasses. Snow creates such angelic beauty across the landscape.
The Second Snow
A couple of days later, I headed out to another favorite haunt, Reffitt Nature Preserve. My adventure buddy Orson and I headed out that morning to enjoy yet another snowfall from the night before. We encountered not a soul whilst, but did not feel lonely. We relished in the quite, serene atmosphere. While he enjoyed the fresh snow, I took out my camera, and searched out compositions worthy of an exposure.
The first few snowfalls of the season are very special. They mark a transition in the seasonal calendar. They allow for landscape photographers such as myself a fresh perspective: a new challenge. And best of all, once the snow flies, it is justification enough to begin enjoying Christmas music!
Until next time, get outside and breathe.