All the New Yorkers with snow sensitive eyes please look away…I love snow! I just finished my second shovel session and to be perfectly frank with you…I love it. There is a majestic silence during a snow storm that captivates me. The cold air, the deafening silence and the tranquility of the falling snow is my idea of utopia. If my winter sleeping bag wasn’t in the attic, I’d be very very very tempted to grab my tent and sleep outside.
I can even say I enjoy shoveling. Unlike it’s buggy and sticky summertime cousin: lawn mowing, I find shoveling to be a relaxing, but physically rewarding task.
Unfortunately, I left my camera bag in the bedroom and to be perfectly honest, I think the tripod is also buried in the rubble of the basement reorganization that took place during the duct replacement. So the mid-storm nighttime images I’ve been enjoying will be captured in my head and not on the San Disk digital media card loaded in the camera.