Scenes such as this offer a sense of peace and quiet that no other season can:
Sometimes, deer flock through.Despite appearances, these are not black and white photos.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Wintry Scenes
I may dread the winter, stretching out gloomily to April, but I would not want to live without it. I have. Southeast Texas, where I grew up – and New Orleans before that – exists in a state of perpetual summer with maybe a week of something akin to winter. That week isn’t even seven days, or 24 hours of a day, in a row. Such constancy did not work well for me. Something in me needs the change of season. While I need those humid, unbearably hot days of summer (as long as I have the option of a.c., of course, since I am a weather wimp), I also need the changing leaves and cooler days of autumn, I need the soft crescendo of colors in the spring, and I do need cold and snow in the winter.
Scenes such as this offer a sense of peace and quiet that no other season can:
Sometimes, deer flock through.
Despite appearances, these are not black and white photos.
Scenes such as this offer a sense of peace and quiet that no other season can:
Sometimes, deer flock through.Despite appearances, these are not black and white photos.
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3 comments:
Those are really, really lovely.
I hear you, on all counts. I like the top and second last the best!
Gorgeous pictures!
You know, I grew up in NOLA, too! Although, duh, I guess. When I moved to Grad City, I thought it was so wonderful to have seasons because I remember sweating in sweaters and "winter" coats during my birthday and christmas time because I knew that Christmas was supposed to be cold (and my birthday, too, in early December), so I would torture myself by dressing in winter clothes for the "winter" holidays just to pretend to have a season.
But after ten years of bitter bitter coldness and what seem to be never ending winters, I miss the heat of winter in NOLA. when we were there just a couple of weeks ago, it did not bother me that it was January and 70 degrees outside. But I bet the first winter I move back there, I'll miss the wintry wonderland. the grass is always greener...
I grew up Catholic, but my dad and my grandparents were the only non-Catholics I knew. Actually, I couldn't wrap my head around the non-Catholics down the street who went to a private school because I didn't understand that not all schools weren't Catholic schools. It's such a weird and wonderful place to grow up. I miss it so much.
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