today we had the first snow this winter! i had been longing for it all this time (sorry, i know there are snow-haters among the Bridge readers :-) so i felt i had to share these fresh images with you.
hello my beautiful friend,congratulations on the first snow fall.It is soft like your words and ways.Ah these images are so wonderful. they open like panels of enchantment in my heart.I love the first snowfall also.It is as if the first snowfall covers our mundane existence with an enchanted world.Your images are so enchanting that I imagine the snowflakes falling in a symphony of colour-the way it colours my heart.It reminds me of the verse that I wrote for kids-little snowflake rap and it is tapping at my window now.sending you snow kisses, yes finally!
Delicious! Things get quiet when the snow starts falling. Everything softens. On a snowy day I can both hear and see my breath.
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Is it The Snow that never drifts?The transient, fragrant snowThat comes a single time a Year...
Texture. Everywhere. Beautiful. -J
décidément je n'aime pas trop l'hiver ! tout a l'air si triste ^^je suis faite pour le soleil, le ciel bleu et les couleurs :-)des bisous belle roxana
da,toata bucuria iernii,acolo.cu melancolia ei,cu aplecarea,cu nevoia,concomitent,de nuante vii,cu felul in care granulatia materiei iese in evidenta pe alb,in alb.fiecare ramura tine pe bratele ei o taina si fiintele par pierdute, in ceea ce imensitatea a cazut de acord sa ne acorde,o clipa.
Oh that first picture is so cold and gritty and starkly icy. For me, that is what winter really feels like. Harsh. But then, the next two images play the graphically linear shapes of the manmade against the organic flow of Nature,in the gracefully bowing branches and softly falling flakes. It's the third picture that completely captures me in its movement and stillness, its softened hues, its timelessness. Oh yes, I am not a lover of snow, but I can appreciate its beauty...especially from this distance, in my mother's hut.
The snow, with the condescending attitude of an aging film critic, arrives fashionably late, a rather noiseless affair meant to torment motorists who slip and slide squeamishly--all to the absolute delight of red bonneted children who, standing arms akimbo, their humid breaths smokily curled like a helix, watch with snickering awe.
sa tombe beaucoup chez toi Roxana, la lumière peneete encore un peut, nous sommes entre les mains de cette neuneu
La première neige est un moment magique...Bises Roxana
im ersten Bild der Hund, der Freund (...) und es scheint, er steht vor einer tiefen Schlucht, das der Fotografie einen geheimnisvollen, ausserweltlichen Charakter verleiht.Im zweiten Bild ensteht ein gewisser Friede, dann das dritte Foto, es steht für mich für die vollkommene Harmonie mit der Natur und der Baum, so nahe am Menschen, erscheint in seiner ganzen Herrlichkeit.Dazu die einfachen und wundervollen Worte von Basho, die Ruhe und Zufriedenheit - Gleichmut vermitteln.... wunderschön!Dir ein Lächeln, strahlender Stern und liebste Grüsse!Renée
I love the snow so cannot imagine a snow-hater. (Perhaps because I don't have to live in it but drive up to it in the mountains and descend back to a warm valley when I've had my fill). Your images have so much unexpected warmth for such a cold climate! I love them all for different reasons but the second one I find to be really quite exquisite.
first snow!! the hour when the sky breathes differently, the mouth of the sky blows childhood over the city (for it never snows now, at least not on the first day, but always then...the photos are lovely, these complicated trees arguing for life against the flat geometry of the buildings (but even the buildings are beautiful today, anyway :-)
thank you, dear friends, for having accepted to lose yourselves in the beauty of snow for a few minutes and to forget about the specific inconveniences (for example we have -20 now here, -32.5 in one depression in the Carpathian mountains, it is becoming a problem to many people). and indeed, i think i like to photograph snow in colourful ways, not the typical white ones, i find colour much more challenging when it comes to snow (that doesn't mean that b/w is not gorgeous sui generis).
It sure is a cold blast over Europe, I can't complain here in our measly -3. Beautiful pics, such a sadness in the spindly branches, even the tree looks cold! Hope you're keeping well and warm! x
Where I live it never snows, until the waves foam, so I love snow. I remember the first time I touched snow and thought of those who touch the ocean as adults.
I hope it won't be the last snow of this winter for you. We have had the mildest, weirdest winter so far...less rain than usual, one timid snow that melted immediately, no ice and wind. The iris and daffodils are beginning to pop up. I find it all very disconcerting.These are so special, with number three absorbing me into it.
ah Roxana, such searing winter pictures! the haphazardness of snow, upsetting the urban order