Perhaps it’s because I live on a corner property, but I am not a fan of snow. I like it once or twice a year, just as winter is getting into a groove, and then I like it to go away. Snow in January and early February is just fine. Snow in late February begins pushing on my SAD. Snow in late March makes me want to crawl up on the couch and tell the world to go away. I realize this reads whiney, after all I have a home and heat and access to the church’s snow blower so it’s not like a real problem, but there’s just something about winter which does a number on my psychology. If seasons were people, winter would be the loud crowded room of my nightmares – great for short bursts, but terrible to experience long term 1.
Despite my struggles with winter, however, even I am able to see the beauty in a world blanketed with snow. And so, even suffering with an explosion of SAD, one of the first things I did this morning 2 was grab my camera to take some photos. Because I’m protesting the appearance of snow this late in March, I decided to present this beauty in a more stark and contemplative black and white format.
I did love the image of this tree standing guard between the river and the roadway. Even if it is surrounded by dreaded late-March snow.
- In case you were wondering, here’s how I personify the other seasons. Summer is a group of dear friends who might do a bit of over-discussion when making plans. Spring is like a person who blesses my life, but also passes on a cold while doing so. Fall is a person who likes to sit beside me in silence, but will speak up when it has something really interesting to say. ↩
- After shoveling the church, taking my wife to work, dropping my kids off at school, and showering. It was around 10:30, to be clear, but I hadn’t yet had coffee so it counts as a “first thing” by my reckoning. ↩