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.
When I opened my eyes this morning, still toasty under the blankets, the room was aglow with a warm, radiant light. Recognizing the signs I jumped out of bed (no easy feat with these achy joints) to be treated to another breathtaking sunrise.
Autumn through spring these are expected but every single one starts the day as a huge gift. I never see them as predictors of the weather, I see them as the beginning of a string of little gifts for the day. It reminds me to look for them.
Minutes later the fog was there and the sky had dramatically changed. The most amazing part was it being so warm outdoors that I could throw on my Mucks and go out in my bathrobe to photograph the changing sky. I seem to recall there being snow on the ground by now last year or at least so cold I would have considered getting dressed first.
The weather has been unusually warm for this time of year with it predicted to last through next week. Thank goodness, there is so much garden work to do. The cold doesn’t usually stop me but it definitely slows me down. Fires have to be lit – physically and mentally in order to get going in the morning. This blessed warm weather keeps the heating costs down.
There are a million things I should be doing indoors, this is usually the time of year when the cold weather projects come out. I look forward to it – the weaving, rug hooking, quilting but it looks like all of it will be put off until after dark at least. My carrots and rutabagas are still in the ground, the perennial gardens need cleaning out. More wood needs to be cut and split. The coop needs to be moved, buildings buttoned up for the winter. Yeah, time to get moving and mentally sing the praises of warm fall weather.
Do you ever want to run away to another time and place? That’s where I am right now and this is where I want to be. July, early morning, shore of Bear Island as the sun comes up. Warm, quiet, surrounded by water, birds singing and nothing else. Mmmmmm.
Sunrise, Bear Island, Lake Winnipesaukee, NH
And some days you don’t post simply because your head is not in the game.
Sunrise on Bear Island, Lake Winnipesaukee, NH
I’m not sure there is any weather on the way but the sunrise this morning was beyond compare. Sometimes a photo can’t do justice to the scene. It is COLD. The kind of cold that makes your face hurt as soon as you open the door. The dogs stay out just long enough to do what they have to do. It is so still the only thing you can hear is you electric meter running. When you walk the snow crunches beneath your feet. This is winter, it seems like I haven’t seen it for sometime. It feels restorative to me this year – quiet, restful. In another month we will be gearing up for spring and be thankful for this time of rest.