Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Above the Frozen Lake

It's the light that stops you right in your tracks on a cold day in the depths of February, blue sky and gauzy clouds, buttery winter sunlight shining through floating mist and the snowy spruces who guard the heights above the frozen lake. I call them the snow people and think of them as friends and kindred spirits.

What on earth can you say about this astonishing light? Is there a single word in the English language up to the task of describing something like this? At such times, perhaps the best thing one can do is say nothing at all, just get out of the way and let the camera do its thing.

All I could do that glorious morning was simply stand there with the snow people, wide-eyed and breathless and drinking in the honeyed light.  It was like being on top of the world, and I may have done a little glowing myself.


Barbara Rogers said...

Thanks for passing the glow on! I see sentinels. So powerful, so peaceful, watching, waiting.

Tabor said...

This is what blogs are for, to take us on magical journeys elsewhere. And I did not even have to put on a knitted cap.

Blue Sky Dreaming said...

A moment of tender awe!

Lilian Nattel said...

Wow. Thank you for sharing the light.