February 2010

This winer has been different. We had two snowstorms within a week of each other, and the accumulation ranged from about 24 to 36 inches. The city was all but shut down. For about a week I had no students, but had something fun to keep me busy: the snow.

The snow is usually prettiest while it's falling, when it is still pristine. I like to go out on my covered balcony and photograph the snow during these times, and I had plenty of opportunities to do that recently. When the snow stopped falling, I went out for a walk with my camera and took lots of photos because I seldom see anything like this. When I was indoors, I had fun working on my pictures with Adobe Photoshop Elements. I recently got PSE 8, and my previous version was PSE 2, so there were a lot of new things to learn. I converted many of my photos to the black and white format, and I had a lot to learn about working in this genre, too. I kept busy working, learning, and enjoying it all.

I'm posting some of my photos here, and you can see more of them here.

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

The snow had a high water content and was very dense. It dragged down some of the branches on this spruce. Nearby, another spruce was felled by the wet snow.

A few days after the second storm, snow ploughs came by and pushed the snow into big mounds, covering pavements and parts of streets. Then things got ugly. The mounds of snow gradually changed color from white to mottled gray to mottled black -- vivid evidence of vehicle emissions. I'm glad I have my photos to remind me of prettier sights right near my home.

This winer has been different. We had two snowstorms within a week of each other, and the accumulation ranged from about 24 to 36 inches. The city was all but shut down. For about a week I had no students, but had something fun to keep me busy: the snow.

The snow is usually prettiest while it's falling, when it is still pristine. I like to go out on my covered balcony and photograph the snow during these times, and I had plenty of opportunities to do that recently. When the snow stopped falling, I went out for a walk with my camera and took lots of photos because I seldom see anything like this. When I was indoors, I had fun working on my pictures with Adobe Photoshop Elements. I recently got PSE 8, and my previous version was PSE 2, so there were a lot of new things to learn. I converted many of my photos to the black and white format, and I had a lot to learn about working in this genre, too. I kept busy working, learning, and enjoying it all.

I'm posting some of my photos here, and you can see more of them here.

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

From Snow, winter 2009-2010

The snow had a high water content and was very dense. It dragged down some of the branches on this spruce. Nearby, another spruce was felled by the wet snow.

A few days after the second storm, snow ploughs came by and pushed the snow into big mounds, covering pavements and parts of streets. Then things got ugly. The mounds of snow gradually changed color from white to mottled gray to mottled black -- vivid evidence of vehicle emissions. I'm glad I have my photos to remind me of prettier sights right near my home.

Here on the East Coast of the US, we've had two big snowstorms in the past week, and they nearly immobilized all people and suspended all activities. I've lived in this area all my life, and I've never seen anything like this.

The snow is usually prettiest when it's falling. Later it melts and refreezes, and people, pets, and vehicles leave their marks. During the past week, when the snow was falling, I kept going out on my covered balcony and taking photos. I'll post some of them later.

One night, when the wind reached gale force, I went to the entrance to my condo building and looked outside. The only illumination came from a small outdoor lamp. I saw something I've never seen before, a scene so intense with beauty that it was almost religious. The wind had sculpted the now into beautiful, long, gently curving dunes. I have seen sand dunes like this, but never snow dunes. The snow was completely pristine and untrammeled. As I watched and my eyes accommodated, I saw gentle gradations of white that followed the long smooth curves of snow. The only sound was the wind. I was alone with the elemental forces of Nature. I stood there for a long time, watching, listening, and absorbing.

When I couldn't stand the cold, I went inside. There I discovered that I could still see the snow dunes through a window of my home. The view was different because I was above ground level. I looked down onto the dunes and found new patterns of light and shadow along the sinuous crests and soft, round valleys. I was transfigured by the unexpected beauty, and I watched it all night.

When the sun was just coming up over the horizon, the view changed. All of the snow looked blue, and the gentle crests and hollows showed subtle gradations of the color blue. It looked like the landscape of a dream.

When the sun was fully up in a cloudless sky, the light was strong and direct, almost harsh in comparison to what I had been watching for hours. The sight of the dunes was all but obliterated by the strong light.

Shortly afterwards, a crew of workmen came with their snow shovels and cleared the sidewalk.

The awe inspirng beauty of the snow dunes at night vanished like a dream. The beauty was unexpected and ephemeral, making it all the more precious to me.