There were moments last week when I felt spring in the air. I thought March would be a lamb, but the bitter cold wind came back, and the snow returned.
Late last night as I was making a cup of tea, I looked out the window at the falling snow and was overcome by a calming sense of peace.
At the same time, there was something desolate about it.
ruthnyc15 says
Sage–this photograph is so beautiful, I had to break my rule and register on your blog site so that I could tell you how much I love it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so moved by photography. This puts me in mind of a Werner Herzog installation at the Whitney Bienniale in 2012. The cellist/composer (can’t remember his name) in combination with the projections of prints and paintings by Hercules Seghers gave me that same sensation of joy/melancholoy. I went to see that installation many times and I keep coming back to your photograph for the same reason.
Sage says
Wow, what a compliment! I was actually hesitant to post this photo because it’s so different from my usual style and I thought it might be a bit too dark, but your comment cancelled out my reservations. Thank you, Ruth, for breaking your rule, and for making my heart smile.