Too. Much. Winter. Beauty.

January 29, 2010 · 3 comments

At least I put my outdoor woolies on first this time.

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Yes, this is the same old building on our neighbor’s property we posted a different photo of in our last posting. But around here, life and art is always full of new possibilities: new light, new snow, new angles of perspective.

So this day, I went inside.

Nothing much on the floor except petrified horse poop and old boards. But if you’ve ever, um, enjoyed a Mission Impossible movie, you’ll know that when you enter a room, you must always look up.

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Unbelievable. Another fabulous “soft rime web,” this time spotlighted through the missing roof boards.

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It was a classic: a natural, brilliant crystalline objet d’art.

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In the deep quiet, I was the sole witness to an exquisite, perfect, and fleeting memorial to a long-since deceased master weaver. It lasted for the time it took the sun to move one inch on a spider web.

The moment passed, and all that was left was a couple of breathlessly captured photos and the feeling of having been incredibly blessed.

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But this place wasn’t done with me yet.

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Getting a little chilly now, but dang! The steaming headwaters of the Teton River waited just over the fence.

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When the Upper Snake and Grand Teton mountain ranges call from the distance, what’s a girl to do?

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Pristine, jaw-dropping beauty demands a shutter response everywhere you look.

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Hey, what’s that? Green stuff growing in the ice cold water? What the heck is that, anyway? Just one more shot… Get closer…

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Who gets to stare at individual snowflakes reflected in gently running water?

Me. Overwhelmed, humbled, grateful me.

I couldn’t take any more splendor. Time to get back home.

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But not before I was arrested by snow flowers…

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… and summoned by sugar-frosted prickles. Boy, some girls sure clean up nice…

I was clearly over my head.

Normally, I hate these suckers. They will relentlessly and obnoxiously “stick” themselves in your running shoe laces so tightly you have to cut yourself out. So when I found myself on my knees in three-feet of snow having shot fifteen portrait-worthy photos of them, I was clearly going the way of Dorothy in the field of poppies. I was dangerously close to laying down and (snow) drifting off…

Fortunately, I was hungry for breakfast and had to pee, so I shuttered my eyes and came back inside.

The End. For now.

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Debra February 1, 2010 at 9:53 am

Woweeeee! I love the “…jaw-dropping beauty demands a shutter response…” What a great way to express what you were feeling…I felt as if I were with you on your little outing in the magestic snow blanket of beauty. I also very much loved the “snow flowers”…didn’t know they existed, but now I do! Cause your camera and your insight brought them to life in a wonderful photo…photos! Enjoy dear friends and please continue to share! xo

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Kathy P. January 29, 2010 at 9:12 pm

Gorgeous, gorgeous stuff, Kath. Glad you got to be there! Thanks so much for sharing. . . : )

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keith January 29, 2010 at 9:12 pm

Stunning..you guys are inspiring!

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