Oh snow… I took the above picture in the Cedar grove at the Morton Arboretum on December 1st. It was the first snowfall of the season and it was absolutely magical. Being there in the silence with my daughter while the heavy snow piled up made for a perfect experience. Several weeks later we went to see the Nutcracker Ballet performed by Moscow’s Ballet. When we went outside it was snowing hard, and I half expected to see Clara and her Prince go by on their sled. It was another perfect snow experience.
Snow also got me thinking about photography as a hobby. Many years ago I lived in the country for a while. Any trip anywhere involved a 30 mile trek through the farm country. In the winter months I was starved for something to see, and I noticed the beauty in very minimalist patterns made by drifting snow and the shadows it cast. I started to think about photography as a way to capture what I saw.
But last year after a long hard winter of not seeing the streets for months on end, I started to become soul sick of the color white. I noticed that seeing snow this winter bothered me the same way, but since we haven’t had snow for months I did not think of it too much. Yesterday, after our most recent snow I was driving along and I realized that I hate the look of snow. I can’t stand to see the color white covering everything. To heck with a landscape “blanketed in sparkling white purity”or whatever other poetic rhapsodizing people may do. The cold isn’t the problem, nor is the wearing of extra layers and boots. The problem is that annoying color white covering everything. It reminds me of mold growing on a piece of bread, or mildew inside of a toilet bowl–completely unwanted and no good. I’m so surprised to find myself feeling this way, and a little worried. I have to find a way to make my peace with this newfound antipathy toward that annoying color white covering everything.