It’s coming. It’s only a matter of time now. There are hints of it everyday. There is something in the air that means only one thing.
After living in Vermont for almost 40 years…I know.
The first snow is coming…soon.
I can smell it.
It isn’t something I can describe. There is no aroma or fragrance or odor. Nothing so obvious. But my nose detects it.
And my body and heart now need to embrace it. It’s winter. A snowy one predicted. I must prepare myself…emotionally and mentally for this shift.
So I spent some time reminiscing as I looked through my photos. Hoping to find that spark, that joy of photography in the depth of winter.
Perhaps these will help…
The first snow is coming. My camera is ready. And so am I.