“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” ~ Anne Bradstreet
January never sat well with me, I’m just not one for the ‘New Year’ hype. The media rams marketing down our throats about gyms, healthy eating etc. and although I’m a fan of both, I hate this type of aggressive advertising. It has the ability to make people feel even worse about their excessive partying and celebrating over the christmas holidays only the weeks before.
It can be a hard time for many people, bringing it’s own unique type of sadness and unrest. To look the next twelve months square in the eye and possibly not really even know where they make take you is scary. To have to face it alone, I’m sure, is even scarier.
It’s a time when the weather is bleak and grey and the whole world hibernates – the true winter month.
One thing I have always loved to do is to photograph in the winter months. As much as I love the colourful show that the summertime presents and indeed the dramatic feels of the autumnal season; I think there’s something quiet hauntingly beautiful about the winter months.
I feel the frost creeping up the lawn in the early mornings, her icy breath freezing the ground and the foliage as she moves. Rising early to see this blanket of icy, cold white. The air is cold, crisp and clear. Everything is frozen, dead and time has stopped.
Spending time indoors, cosy and restful. Napping with the lazy puppy. We hibernate too.
Make way for spring. She’s on her way.
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