We have been having a wintery winter this year. You know, the kind with lots of snow, cold and wind. I try to remember to bring my phone with me when I do the chores in the morning because it has been so incredibly beautiful. I will also take little walks to favorite spots if the snow isn’t too deep to go without snowshoes.
The sky is often interesting but the snow has been with us every day except one in the past 10 days. Even if the sun is shining it’s snowing. My daughter tells me Rowe has its own climate which may not be far from the truth. This would be a problem if I didn’t love winter so much.
I can sit in the warmth of my kitchen with the woodstove going and watch the birds or life going on all around me. It’s a time for handwork for me as well. Things slow down without the gardening and general outside maintenance, pleasurable or not.
This year has been so difficult for so many and I feel blessed that I have been able to do so much in my own yard and home. For me the pandemic forced me to narrow my focus – both in photography and life. My bubble is small, painfully so, but those that are most important to me are in it. There are so many pleasures that we have had to give up, like going out to eat. It was a weekly event. I haven’t been to a restaurant, or gotten take out in almost a year. It’s forced me to cook outside my comfort zone.
What has really happened is I’ve also discovered that I pay closer attention to what’s happening in my little world and I take more photographs of the same things. I try to have a newer view or perspective. Sometimes I am just given something like this.
This is affectionately referred to as a bathrobe photograph. It’s fleeting, happens early in the morning and you can’t ignore it. If I got dressed to take the shot it would be gone. The fact the it’s 12 degrees out has no bearing. I’ve done a lot of bathrobe photography this past year because my world is so much smaller but I am happy my world is really so large.