At this point of the year the earth seems to be dying. In Chicago, at least. The sun is forgotten for that greyish white cloud blanket sky that transforms trees into stark, barren silhouettes. Christmas comes and convinces us for December that this slush fest is really nostalgia wrapped up in a White Christmas. Ribbons and sparkle make winter winds bearable. But when you step outside the holiday cheer everything still seems dead. If I lived back as one of the first humans north of the equator and had never experienced winter I certainly would have thought that way.
But underneath the snow, slush, ice rain, whatever...I like to remember that everything is still breathing. Silently growing, underground, be it slowly...it still grows. Even though we can't see. Even though it seems like the sun has forgotten us.
I took these photos in April last spring, at midnight, after a freak random snowstorm that only stayed for a day or two before melting away. I like that they bring out the pulse of winter, give it a bit of breath, a bit of quieter neutral toned wonder.
"that everything is still breathing. Silently growing, underground, be it slowly...it still grows. Even though we can't see. Even though it seems like the sun has forgotten us."
ReplyDeletei really like those lines. especially "Even though it *seems* like the sun has forgotten us.
Very nice. :)
i think these are some of my favorite photos by you (among your thousands). especially the bicycle and the last photo of the snow-lined branches on the night blue backdrop. that really was an awesome night.