It's the light that stops you right in your tracks on a cold day in the depths of February, blue sky and gauzy clouds, buttery winter sunlight shining through floating mist and the snowy spruces who guard the heights above the frozen lake. I call them the snow people and think of them as friends and kindred spirits.
What on earth can you say about this astonishing light? Is there a single word in the English language up to the task of describing something like this? At such times, perhaps the best thing one can do is say nothing at all, just get out of the way and let the camera do its thing.
All I could do that glorious morning was simply stand there with the snow people, wide-eyed and breathless and drinking in the honeyed light. It was like being on top of the world, and I may have done a little glowing myself.
5 comments:
Thanks for passing the glow on! I see sentinels. So powerful, so peaceful, watching, waiting.
This is what blogs are for, to take us on magical journeys elsewhere. And I did not even have to put on a knitted cap.
A moment of tender awe!
Wow. Thank you for sharing the light.
I would love to be there, but it's not necessary. You bring it to life with your words and your camera. I can see, hear and feel it all. Many thanks and blessings!
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