Winter Wonderland has arrived.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
This is the time of year I hear mixed emotions from my friends about the weather. It is or can be, one of the most beautiful times of the year. When I was a kid, we lived across the street from a park. The city flooded an acre sized rink and my brother and sister put on our skates, walked across the road and skated until our ankles couldn't take any more or we were saved by the dinner bell calling us back home. We didn't know about wind chill, so we had no fear of winter weather. We just had fun skating, sledding or just romping through the snow being outside. Do you remember the feeling of your pants being frozen stiff? As we got older, early teens, we began skating in the marshes near where we lived. The bombfires were so warming, the crackling of the timbers and the fireworks of sparks that would erupt periodically from the blaze.
These memories warm me as I process the fun and freedom we celebrated. No longer agile enough to do those same things, winter can be still enjoyed by getting outside. Being a participant rather then a member of the audience. Instead of skates, I now grab my camera. It is thrilling to capture the splendor of the snow glistening in the sunlight. Dead tree limbs take on a majestic appearance when they are clothed in a thin layer of ice. The howling wind no longer holds the appeal it once did, I know about wind chill now.
Winter sights and sounds have always been intriguing, especially if your not responsible for shoveling or physically attacking the snow. As when I was a child, we made it fun and I hope to experience the feeling again through photos or just observing nature.