“You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer there–the sodden gray yard, the dog droppings, the tire tracks in the frozen mud, the broken lawn chair you forgot to take in last fall. All this has disappeared overnight, and what you look out on is not the snow of Narnia but the snow of home, which is no less shimmering and white as it falls. The earth is covered with it, and it is falling still in silence so deep that you can hear its silence. It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat faster when it catches you by surprise that way, before your defenses are up. It is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you ever knew or dreamed.”
― Frederick Buechner
We had our first ‘significant’ snowfall here in southern Ontario a few days ago. We’ve had several snowfalls so far but they have been light dustings, which quickly melt off. Our recent snowfall was about twenty centimeters, or eight inches for my American friends.
The just temperatures were close to the freezing mark making for a nice sticky snow which stuck to surfaces and created the “Winter Wonderland” look. Also perfect for the kids to make snowmen.
The other phenomenon created by the temperature variances through the day was the production of beautiful, clear icicles, then the snow slowly melted and froze again while flowing.
I tried to capture that effect in the photo above, highlighting the icicle and the tiny bubbles frozen inside, backlit by the afternoon sun.
Tamron SP 70-200mm f/2.8 Di VC USD @ 200 mm
1/200sec, f/7.1, ISO 250