We have been watching winter movies playing in remote places lately. Yesterday it was “Into the White”, a Norwegian movie by director Petter Næss.
The night the lights went out, almost.
Thousands of miles away the suits are having last minute discussions on whether to shutdown the government or not. I am celebrating a foot of fresh snow.
The lights stayed on. The park will remain open, for now. Xanterra will foot the bill to have the road plowed. Government buildings will remain closed. This could be a great weekend in the park. Just the locals (bison, elk, moose, foxes, coyotes and us) and fresh powder covering up the landscape. Let’s see what the morning has in store…
“I predict future happiness for Americans, if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them.”
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
The absence of colors during this first brush with winter is striking. Just a few days ago we had azure skies, golden leaves, and a green lawn.
This morning we woke up to gently falling snow flakes and a gray sky. It seems early. Will it stick? Or is this just a spell of winter weather?
What kind of winter will we have? I wish for tons of snow early, no wind, and then the bog freeze. That makes for good skiing and low avalanche danger. It also makes for lots of snow shoveling, difficult driving and numb fingertips. Exactly!
“What good is the warmth of summer,
without the cold of winter
to give it sweetness?”
Old man winter did show his teeth this week. It all began with a few innocent snow flakes. Floating gently from the sky they covered moss and trees with a fine sugar coating. Well, that gentle announcement did not last long and turned into one foot of snow in town, which cost me a call to the tow truck.
Then came gale force winds, and rain. Just cold enough to grow thousands of icicles hanging from the cliffs. I can hear the ice climbers sharpening their axes and crampons. Not so fast! Today, temperatures rose above freezing calling for extreme avalanche danger in the backcountry. What’s next?
Teens! That’s right. Turn all that slush into ice.
And snow in the mountains. So we can put in turns.
Gotta love winter.
It is not that I did not carry a camera, or laid on the couch all day, no I have been dog mushing, backcountry skiing, happy hour dining (and drinking) and more…
I just did not have time…
Then I receive this quote from a friend:
“To have no time
is a modern form of human poverty”
So a more accurate statement would be, I did not make time to shoot something new. Then again, I think it’s ok to look back into the past and remember good moments. For the above image I moved the camera during the exposure. For some reason I feel the motion-blurred images of this kind have a surprising dimensional quality. You may also see a winter storm blowing through the forest. The beauty of images.
Take the time to (fill in the blank).