You wake up and it’s about ten degrees outside. Your house is freezing because the previous owner was slightly insane and maybe had a thing against insulation. You turn up the heat to an alarming number, visions of dollar signs pouring out of the baseboard.
You pull a blanket around you and hold your hot coffee cup tight against your chest. You force the dog to snuggle there with you while you attempt to usurp its body heat.
Snow in the forecast. Snow and sleet and ice.
Winter. Why do we have to have winter? Why can’t it just be spring and fall all the time?
You use some mental imagery to get warm. Lake Tahoe, summer. On a boat, sun shining down on you, warm breeze blowing your hair around as you stand at the front of the boat staring at the lake in awe. The colors! You’ve never seen colors like that in a body of water.
You take in the moment. The sun, the lake, the boat, the feeling of bliss. You take note of every detail from the way your hair feels on your face to how the sun sparkles on the surface of the water and you put those details away in your head because you know you will need them some day. You will need to take them out and use them, to let those memories in all their glorious detail wash over you so even just for a minute you feel that warmth. You feel the summer sun.
Today is that day.
Keeping distracted through photography.
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I love this time of year. This very particular time, maybe a week’s length at best, when the last remnants of autumn hang on for dear life while winter moves in. When the trees are almost bare except for those few leaves that linger and hold fast. The morning light in the backyard is perfect. The evening light in the front yard is, too.
I may need to go for a walk today just to take it all in before everything turns black and white.
AISOT* a few days ago, I am calling this mixture of Winter and Fall “Walter.”
Winter, Spring, Summer, Walter.
Walking in a Walter wonderland.