I awoke this morning to softly falling snow, a precursor to a White Christmas (I hope) and stood sipping my coffee, as the radiators hissed warmly,  gazing out the window at a swirling world of white.  I watched the snow ice the trees and cover the tops of cars. Old Man Winter’s red cheeks puffed out and blew a great gust that dusted a snug little nest of leaves, built high up in a tree by industrious squirrels this past fall. I smiled as I saw my old friend, the Little Red Fire Hydrant, standing by the curb wearing a cool cap of snow.

I took a last sip from my cup as Saturday’s chores beckoned and I vowed to go forth out in the snow later in the day, when Jack Frost took a nap and I could safely take photos without snow filling the nooks and crannies of my camera but, Jack was not tired and continued his little storm all day long.

Just as the day was coming to an end the snow had stopped. I put on thick woolen socks, warm leggings, turtle neck sweater, boots, hat, coat and gloves and by the time I was all done dressing the snow had started again. “Too bad Jack,” I said. “I’m going outside camera and tripod in hand despite your frigid tantrums.”  The sun was setting behind a curtain of grey but managed to leave a peachy glow across the sky.  Within minutes my camera and lens were coated with an icy rime, and I knew I had but a short window of time to take my shots.  As I looked through the view finder I was delighted to see that the snow on the lens, when exposed to the bright light of the street lamps, revealed a floating gaggle of opalescent bubbles, like tiny fairies flying around and converging on everything that I shot.  How wonderful, what a great effect!

A tall pine tree I was photographing swayed and trembled in the wind and created a tiny snow storm all its own and the camera was now colder than I and refusing to focus.  The street lamps shone like individual suns as the tree branches pointed the way back home and with numbed fingers I packed up my equipment and turned my face to the night sky and coldly wished Jack a Very Frosty evening.

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3 thoughts on “A Short Winter’s Tale

  1. The snow is always whiter in someone else’s neighborhood and it certainly appears that way in Cate’s neck of the woods! The effects of light and snow, and the shadow of the leaning pines create an other worldly aspect and beautiful aura to the winter scape. The falling snow effect on the screen completes the sensation. Kudos to the stamina and fortitude of that little red hydrant!!!


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