First came the sleet, a wet snow that melted upon touching any surface. It went on for a couple of days. Days that were gray, damp and misty.
On the night of 11th, dry snow started to fall and kept going until the night of the following day. Thick fluffy snow clusters floated in the air and daintily landed on our window panes, on the trees and on the ground. The shadowy nights become illuminated with the immaculate whiteness of the snow.
Friday, the 13th, came to be a beautiful day to wake up to. My eyes were instantly drawn by the luxurious whiteness that seemed to beckon me to come out to the balcony and view the singular snowy freshness that winter had lavishly provided this day. My first impulse was to grab my camera and perpetuate this day's gift to those whose appreciation for this season never wanes.
I went to work afterward with that nagging restlessness to get the job done earlier than usual so that I would have plenty of time to roam about the riverside and get lost in all the exquisite whiteness that prevailed. I did have the job done in a short time.
And so I strode down the river, not minding the insanely icy air, and took another batch of myriad pictures of anything that my eyes interpreted as having aesthetic and intellectual merit.
My exploration into the world of white led me to a festive party of a flock of waxwings pecking merrily and noisily at the shriveled crabapples. My camera went clicking away, zooming in to the ones in plain view, capturing them in the act of pecking. They didn't seem to mind this intrusive photographer sneaking for candid shots.
Having eaten their fill, they chilled out for a while before lifting off from the small crabapple trees in unison. They circled in the air repeatedly before soaring away to the next phase of their day's itinerary.
I have had the chance to shoot one or two of them basking in the intensifying glow of the midday sun feigning as a sunset but was actually just hovering above the horizon for most of the day. (No filter used in these photos.)
Friday, the 13th, came to be a beautiful day to wake up to. My eyes were instantly drawn by the luxurious whiteness that seemed to beckon me to come out to the balcony and view the singular snowy freshness that winter had lavishly provided this day. My first impulse was to grab my camera and perpetuate this day's gift to those whose appreciation for this season never wanes.
views from our balcony
on my way to the bus stop across the street from our apartment
I went to work afterward with that nagging restlessness to get the job done earlier than usual so that I would have plenty of time to roam about the riverside and get lost in all the exquisite whiteness that prevailed. I did have the job done in a short time.
And so I strode down the river, not minding the insanely icy air, and took another batch of myriad pictures of anything that my eyes interpreted as having aesthetic and intellectual merit.
picturesque views on the other side of the city river
my side of the river
my attraction to snow-coated tree trunks, branches and twigs
I just love the sight of snow that hardened to ice dangling from the birch twigs and glittering in the sun.
The great tits were merrily flitting about too!
My exploration into the world of white led me to a festive party of a flock of waxwings pecking merrily and noisily at the shriveled crabapples. My camera went clicking away, zooming in to the ones in plain view, capturing them in the act of pecking. They didn't seem to mind this intrusive photographer sneaking for candid shots.
Having eaten their fill, they chilled out for a while before lifting off from the small crabapple trees in unison. They circled in the air repeatedly before soaring away to the next phase of their day's itinerary.
I have had the chance to shoot one or two of them basking in the intensifying glow of the midday sun feigning as a sunset but was actually just hovering above the horizon for most of the day. (No filter used in these photos.)
My ramblings on this snowy day culminated here. I went home totally replenished after getting soaked in the downpour of this season's beauty.
That day proved to be another reminder that our Creator will never neglect his cherished "little ones" who implicitly trust in Him. He will never fail to provide for their needs even in the thick of "wintry" situations.
"Observe intently the birds of the heaven;
they do not sow seed or reap or gather into storehouses,
yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are you not worth more than they are?"
- Matthew 6:26
My jaunt in the cold also brought to mind the fact that even amidst the coldest of days, the fire in our heart may keep burning fiercely, the passion unquelled by all the snow of winter. This awfully cold world where we are presently inhabiting cannot defeat us as long as we keep our inner fire ablaze. And we can joyfully ramble in life without missing the countless gifts that are awaiting to be discovered.
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