Snow at dawn

No surprise to those of you who live in New England – it snowed yesterday. I went out quite early, on my usual walk to and through the Arboretum, circumnavigating Peters Hill. And, as often happens to me, I was caught off-guard by the changed landscape. Of course it looked different, 6 or so inches of snow will do that. But the dominant change was a secondary result of the snow: silence, or close to it.

As I walked, with snow still falling, the air itself seemed muffled. Everything felt close in, as though distances were shrunk, as though walking on snow meant I made less of an imprint on the world. It was quiet.

 This image is not black & white; it is monochromatic as a result of the snow, nothing I did in the processing. To me at least, it portrays the silence of a snow-bound morning.