Since coming north in November I have been hoping for snow before we head south again. All 16 members of our family were sitting around the long table on Christmas Eve – the table I decorated with red cloths and lots (read lots) of candles of red, and green and white and different lengths. I looked up to see big snow flakes falling outside our windows. We had finished our meal but everyone was having fun talking and laughing so no one was getting up – so I snuck away to see what images I could capture. A snowfall of this type is so magical that photographing it feels like trying to capture an image of a whisper.
It didn’t snow much Christmas Eve but yesterday it snowed really hard – we received the tail end of harder snow storms that moved south of us. This seems to be happening a lot in the past few years. This morning I woke to a beautiful world whispering to me to come out and play. My corner of the world was so quiet and cold and clean this morning.
This evening I walked across the street to our neighbor’s house and on the way back I heard two owls calling to each other over in the woods. I stopped to listen and enjoy the large moon rising, the sparkling snow under the yellow street lamps and the special stillness that only comes with snow. Magic.