Too. Much. Winter. Beauty.

January 29, 2010 · 3 comments

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


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.


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


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


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.


But this place wasn’t done with me yet.


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


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


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


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


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.


But not before I was arrested by snow flowers…


… 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.

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

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


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

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


keith January 29, 2010 at 9:12 pm guys are inspiring!


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