Winter does not much in between for me. I am either sliding towards the blues or towards exuberance, stopping short of ecstasy.
I like the sun, so when it’s overcast (with no sun anywhere to be seen), temperatures possibly only hovering around freezing with a chance of rain, I wail the blues. On the other hand, if the landscape is a perfect white, barely a decorative cloud in the blue sky, the sun smiling (and some winter sport equipment available) then it is like the encore of a Mötley Crüe concert in 1996 or a Van Halen concert on 1984.
Pretty black and white….expect, when it snows. Yes, I know that ideally, nature would do its precipitation, while I sleep. But I can manage, I am a reasonable man. And we got snow….loads of it.
Twenty four hours earlier, these trees, bushes and shrubs were naked and now, they make an ideal subject for photographing.
The creek is still flowing happily, because temperature sewer only at -6C. In all honesty, I say here al manly “only -6C” but with the humidity of a German Winter it feels so uncomfortably cold. But enough moaning.
When nature has been freshly covered with a thick and clean snow blanket, it makes everything so dampened and much quieter. I tried to capture this serenity with the above picture. Also I find the “tristesse”, that I mentioned above, in these images.
Alright, I leave you now to sit and wait
That an angel contemplate your fate
And do they know the places where you go….wait a minute, I am channeling Robbie Williams’ “Angels” here.
You don’t want that. You want to stay sharp and take it easy.
I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we’re grey and old
‘Cause I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I’m lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel the love is dead
I’m loving angels instead