I have a hard time with Winter. I miss the warm weather. I dislike the reflectiveness of the snow. Everything looks so uniform covered in white. I’m sure I can find a way to work with that, but I have yet to get to that point. One big thing that I miss in Winter, though, is color. Not only is the natural world monotone, it seems even the people outside feel they all have to wear dark jackets over their more interesting, unique clothing. I’m a victim of this myself, I must admit. It’s below freezing today!
Rather than continue to complain, though, I today noticed something I rather took for granted in the warmer months. A little plant sitting in my kitchen window. Color. Life. Green. What I before hardly looked at was suddenly the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Because I’m me, of course I could look at this metaphorically, saying something along the lines of “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone,” or “find happiness in the little things,” but, to be perfectly honest, my only thought on the subject is: “I am cold and sick of Winter.”
Also, I’m starting to really like overexposed photographs, but I think it’s just the hypnotic power of the snow. Yet another reason why I need Winter to stop.