Hunched over my photo files, I paged through image after image looking for something to catch my attention.
Hhmmm...gray...gray...gray.Oh! Umm...brownish gray...greenish gray...light gray. Gray...gray...gray. Brown...brown...brown...gray...brown...gray...gray. White. White, white, white.
Gray. Gray. Gray.
Just beginning the fourth year of my life in the cold, snowy Adirondack region of New York, I always look forward to winter. As a fan of all four seasons, I enjoy everything each period has to offer. Farming and gardening in springtime hand out countless brilliant photo opportunities, with ornamentals, fruit and vegetables blooming everywhere. Summer provides an endless parade of beauty from ripening produce, lush vegetation and stunning sunsets. The cascade of color to be found in Autumn is nothing less than a gift from nature to global photographers, it's only flaw the shocking briefness with which it comes and goes.
In stark contrast, winter blows in with bare branches, heavy, dark skies, and brown, dying plants all around. When snow arrives, there are a few chances to capture glittering mounds of cold spun sugar. Graceful evergreen boughs are iconic as well, weighed down by pads of the fluffy stuff, and darl shadows create graphic visuals as they lay across thick blankets of white.
All wonderful images, but around here, winter can last for 6 months. That's a lot of white on grey on green on brown.
Like anything else, creating beautiful photographs takes effort and dedication. So, every day that the weather doesn't make it too dangerous, I head out in my little Subaru to search for interesting shots. Sometimes I park and hike for a while, and other times I squeeze the car onto a narrow shoulder held in place by iron guardrails, and teeter off the side of the road, leaning, crouching, and stretching to get the picture I want.
Fully aware that I'm tempting disaster on some of these trips, I never take the time to review photos in the field. I save that fun for later, when I'm safely lodged back in my cozy Victorian cottage. Over the past few frosty weeks, I've noticed a delightful trend; the presence of countless shades of blue.
Now, I like blue, but I certainly don't go searching for it. So as I ran through my photo files, I was pleased to see this interesting option for injecting color into those ubiquitous winter scenes.
What really compels me is the chilly radiance winter blue emits. It's completely different from a spring, summer or fall blue. Perhaps its the saturation my eye picks up, from the bare branches and lack of visual interference from elevated vegetation. I also theorize that once our area is covered in a solid layer of snow, countless frozen crystals reflect light back into the atmosphere, magnifying my eye's ability to absorb that stunning, deep, atmospheric blue.
Winter might make some folks blue, coloring their outlook and mood a dark, despondent emotional color that I think of more as mud. For me, the luminous, crystalline glimpse-of-heaven blue I see during these icy cold months just can't compare.
Winter blues? Yep, I've got 'em!