“When I think of whisper, I think of tenderness, gentleness, beauty. And that was God’s voice. The hard part with whispers, though, is we have to be listening for them. They are just loud enough that only the people listening will hear and those who are distracted won’t.”
― Jefferson Bethke

A long-lasting snow squall blanketed my area yesterday, transforming the world into a wonderland and there’s more to come. It was one of those snow falls that just keeps coming, gentle yet persistent, snow sticking piling high on branches and wires. So, I set out this morning hoping to capture the moment. I have lots of photos of trees blanketed in white, weeds wearing tall caps of snow, and bunches of frozen berries that the birds have not devoured yet. Through all these images, the light, soft, diffuse, hinting at warmth that was not there, dominated.

The sun never quite broke through the thin layer of cloud that hovered on the horizon. Yet some light made it through. A soft, pale yellow whisper of light that floated in the air. It was like a whisper in the morning, a promise that could not be kept, and it brought a wonderful sense of peace. Of all the images I made, this is the one that speaks best to the ‘feel’ of this wonderful walk, after the squall and before the next storm, hidden somewhere in the whisper of this dawn.

Nikon D800
Nikkor 70-300mm f/4.5-5.6 G I AF-S VR Zoom @ 110 mm
1/320 sec, f/9.0, ISO 200

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