We don't look up enough, I don't think.
Where I am, snow is one of those things that happens nearly far: it dusts the trees in the distance, highlights the swells and jags of the mountains and creates a perfect, velvety texture as if I were to stretch my arm forever, run the back of my hand against the nap, and ruffle nature itself. Snow is for winter, snow is for the high peaks, snow is NOT for our city proper. It's just not the norm for us, and certainly, not for too many days in a row or too deep. However... what's normal these days, anyhow? This past weekend, we were thoroughly buried in snow under a bluebird, sun-warmed sky. Since being up to my knees in fresh powder is not a situation I often find myself in when I go hiking in the forest behind my house, I took the opportunity to make sure to change my point of view, quite literally. I happened to take a few pictures, too. 🖤
The detailed things, the high up things, the crystalline things, the unnoticed things, the pedestrian things. The things that look brand new with an icy gem-like casing and with a shift in perspective.
For those of you who can step outside into snow easily during the winter, these might not be quite so special for you, but if nothing else I hope seeing this first set from the weekend lets you change your perspective and find a bit of unnoticed beauty too. Don't forget to look up sometimes~
These photos and words are my own work, inspired by travels all over this pretty blue marble of ours. I hope you like them. 🌶️
