Officially it is not winter for five weeks or so, but the seasons sometimes blur the calendrical boundaries and fixed points that we like to attribute to them.
Yesterday was the first real cold morning of the year. Crisp and clear, a light frost covered everything, a promise maybe of what is to come. And, perhaps with a sense of the shift in things, it seemed that my Facebook feed was filled with photographs by people drawn to mark this liminal time.
An old school friend by the name of Dave Wright lives up in Inverness, in Scotland. He has two things up there that I don’t have: a decent camera and the northern lights.
He took this photograph as a cold dusk fell upon the land, he himself hunkered down for the night. The tree serves as a point of focus in an otherwise horizontal sweep.
And then, as he quite aptly described it: the moment the sky danced.
Further south, across the English border (how we like to divide and designate, whether with land or time or people) another old school friend, Derek Bates, paused to take in the view from his works window. This was in Duckingfield, a town in Greater Manchester, with light struggling slowly over the bare hills, the low-lying land shrouded in mist.
To the east of Duckingfield, in my hometown of Middleton, the temperature stubbornly refused to rise. The mist appeared hesitant beyond the trees.
And then the school run beckoned, drawing us out of our heated home. Ignore that sun, it may as well have been a snowflake.
“It’s cold,” my daughter exclaimed as we hurried along the main road. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“They’re still there,” I replied. “Keep going!”
Lovely photos!
Winter has arrived here. The temp today is -5 Celsius. Sigh. Have to take my winter coat out of storage.
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Yes-been thinking the same for when I go to watch my boy play football.
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Oh those photos…the northern lights I remember seeing occasionally while a child in Chicago (Linda’s hometown). Your friend must have a fantastic camera to have captured that instant so well.
The phrase, “Ignore that sun, it may as well have been a snowflake.” not only is the best for the photo, but without a photo evokes a gorgeous image & feeling.
Maybe use that idea in a poem? hint-hint!
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Hint taken 🙂
And I never knew you and Linda shared that Windy City as a point of origin.
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Stunningly beautiful photos! Coldness is on its way over here too, but we still have some plus degree C. Not many but it’s not a minus in front of the numbers yet 🙂
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I think we’re shuffling towards those minus numbers together.
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This morning the minus arrived. Only by -2, but anyway. Brrrrr
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Same here. A wind bringing it down from your part of the world.
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I’m sorry that our part of the word send coldness to you.
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It’s welcome. I love nature in all of its guises.
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I like the season changes too.
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Perfect balance of words and photos! Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you for reading.
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