Saturday, April 1, 2017

Winter's Delightful Goodbye

Spring has arrived but  I haven't said goodbye to winter yet. This post is my official goodbye to the season, though the time of the event is close to winter's end when it started to say goodbye  and  be ready to give way to spring.

March 7 came to be a day when winter seemed to wear its best as a way of saying farewell. I was going to work that frigid morning. Getting out of the apartment, I couldn't resist the urge to stop and admire the scintillating crystal-kissed small world set before my eyes.

Here are some pictures I took from our balcony before I left the house.

Amid the ice-chilled air of the morning , the sun filled the cerulean sky with its brilliance, pouring out bits of sunshine on every bit of snow that blanketed our city and sparking  rainbows underfoot. It was such a dazzling carpet of crystallized white.

The towering trees were thickly jeweled with hoarfrost, which look like crystalline laces laid over a blue fabric. Each twig resembles a string of sparkling tiny diamonds dangling beautifully from the branches. The pictures cannot really show what the eyes can see, such as how each ice crystal glitters on and off  in the slightest shift of the eyes. I think the real marvel of it all remains etched on my mind.

And then I spotted them, the great tits who just loved to bask in the sunshine even as they perched amidst the frosty twigs! At last, I was treated with the chance to capture a memory of them in this setting. The images came to be in four colors, as a friend pointed out when he saw my pictures: white, blue, yellow and black.

I couldn't leave a scene like this as long as it lasts, but I had to go to work, so I left with feelings of satisfaction and sorrow, a paradox that I'm always faced to live with.

I left with a new soul-swelling experience gained, my spirit elevated yet once more by the purity and sparkles of the ice crystals.

The iciness upon my face was refreshing! I'm forever glad I was there to witness this winter's initial expression of goodbye. It certainly bathed my soul anew.

And then came spring equinox on March 20. New things are waiting to be discovered and enjoyed.

"Out of the north comes golden splendor;
God's majesty is awe-inspiring."
(Job 37:22)

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Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Amid the Falling Snow - Enya

Spring is just around the bend but I'm still singing about winter.

My "song" is silent and the lyrics are my photographs.

The "song" is about the soothing feeling that washes over me as I watch the falling snow, and the fascination that it always evokes in me which I have never outgrown.

I look through our windows with a childlike delight.

I love to watch the snow falling in swirls, in slants, in blizzards and how they gently land and stick on our window panes.

After each snowfall, I would step out to our balcony and look over the scenery that is awash with fresh snow.

I love to feast my eyes on the different hues of mornings when the sun paints the sky and distant trees with pastel colors....

....and the colorful evenings that are illuminated by the sparkling snow.

And now, here's a real song, lyrics included, that is not mine, which I love to listen to. It's soothing and soulful, stirring up my kinship with the snow.


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Friday, March 10, 2017

Among The Snowy Trees

One day in January, after a few days of snowfall, hubby and I went for a drive to a nearby town by the sea, where the trees were luxuriantly coated with  snow.

First we went to a forest to find a special kind of bird that stays there the whole winter. We saw two of them but I wasn't able to photograph them because they were scared away by our presence. But at least, we caught a glimpse of them fluttering over the creek.

The best treat, however, was the immaculate wonderland that welcomed us to its bosom, where every tree, every branch, every twig was lavishly coated with snow. We took a short stroll under these snow-laden trees beside a creek that didn't freeze. We sauntered with eyes fixated on the trees and hearts filled with admiration  and gratitude for such opulent gift of the season.

And, of course, my camera, click, click.....

After that, we headed to the sea to check on the imprints of winter in this watery part of the place. The glowing sun was reflected on the blue tinted water dotted with floating ice and snow, while intense sunlight sparked colorful glitters on the tiny ice crystals that blanketed the shores.

Again, click, click, click.....

Our next and last stop was a lake closer to our city. As we wheeled toward the parking space beside the frozen lake, I was again transfixed by the scenes that greeted us. Here was another euphoria-inducing whiteness that my system could not resist! Pacing under the canopies of  snow, I felt like stepping into a storybook realm where the ghastly realities in this present world vanish into oblivion. I let myself become lost in all the pristine whiteness of this realm.

More clicks.

We paced down the small frozen lake and saw three men ice-fishing. We scanned the all-white surrounding, drank in the purity of it all and left with a well-fed spirit.

I wanted to have a memory of me standing amidst the snowy trees, so hubby took several shots. I know I'm an awkward poser and I just stood with outstretched arms, but then, this is more about the wonderful feeling of being among the snowy trees than about me.

Afterthought:  the snow is not just a thing of beauty but also life-sustaining.

"For just as the rain and the SNOW pour down from heaven
And do not return there until they saturate the earth,
making it produce and sprout,
Giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater."
(Isaiah 55:9, 10)

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