Snow, of course, always means photographic opportunities. But today, I looked a little closer at melting snow. This is one of the shots I took. Perhaps this is a whole branch (pardon the pun) of snow photography… and where does real meet surreal?It's kind to share!
This post is in response to the ‘100 Word Challenge’ here, where you will find links to lots more responses. The brief was to write 104 words, including the phrase shown in bold.
Earlier in the year, the unseasonal weather meant that ‘Spring’ kicked in early. Deciduous trees were in bud ‘before their time.’ Early snowdrops and aconites were not even surrounded by snow. That ‘here comes the sun, it’s good to be alive…’ feeling pervaded the British isles. Winter was all but over.
Oh, how dangerous are those words ‘all but…’
Winter decided to fight back, even though his time was almost up. The upshot was that, by last Thursday, Spring hadn’t quite sprung. Leaves, buds and flowers have been duelling with frost and snow. I hope they win. And I hope they win very soon.
To understand the point of this post, first look here. The idea is to create a rhythmic poem from twenty-one words, including the words ‘in winter we shiver.’
Icicles shattering, water buckets clattering,
Drifting powdery snow;
In winter we shiver and skate on the river,
When it’s twenty below.