White and Hope

On my walk around Peters Hill this morning, the ice on the roadway - never overwhelming - was virtually gone. Instead of snow and ice, I walked through a dark, misty world, vaguely familiar. It was before dawn so I just recorded it with my eyes.

Last winter, at the first snow, I decided not to run out with camera and by the time I did get out, the snow was mostly gone. So, I didn’t wait to shoot this time. It still amazes me how a familiar landscape becomes if not exotic then unfamiliar. I know these ginkgoes, walk past them most days. Yet they are transformed by snow.

Or maybe it’s me that’s transformed. Maybe the slight rigors of snow and snow-covered ice bring forth focus and attention that I don’t bring to easier weather. Indeed, this is a gentle entry into the dark time of winter. And I’m grateful. May this give us hope in facing other less natural rigors that await us.