In truth, I love the visuals of snow. Such perfection encapsulated in a tiny molecular structure, frozen in a moment of time. When it falls in bulk, the winter wonderland vision is what fairy tales are made of. Pure and white and COLD. This is where my gripe comes with these little atmospheric ice
buggers crystals. For it to snow, it has to reach a certain temperature. And when in the higher reaches of the atmosphere, at a temperature less than zero degrees Centigrade, snow crystals form from the moisture which is present, and then they make their journey to the earth’s surface, hoping to make their presence stick to the earth like crazy glue. Well, I may be exaggerating on the last point, but after all, this is my fairy tale (or should I say horror story?). On top of this, snow is less dense than rain. This therefore means that the same amount of moisture produces a greater volume of snow than rain. Can you say Lake Effect / blizzard / snow belt (I was born where the snow flies freely, laden with Great Lake moisture).
So back to my original thought. I’m not a huge fan of snow, or of ice or cold, and all that winter implies. I may love to photograph snow. But I dislike, dislike, dislike (can you say dislike?) the cold that my body rebels against. And with cold comes flailing snow, and ice, and winter falling / ice skating (crash, go boom, need a cast for the wrist — been there, done that 3 or more times). And as we wind our way southwards, like the nomadic snowbirds that we are, I relinquish to the daydreams of warmth, sunshine and blissful body comfort. However, upon looking out of the Airstream window tonight only to see snowflakes tumbling down in mass schizophrenic paranoia, I can’t help but think about the changes in our weather systems and my expectations for days of comfort with snowbird skydiving, shorts, bikini tops and sunscreen. Bah humbug I say to the snow. Stay where you belong: uP north where the snowbirds retreat from. And a wintery white wonderland is a welcome. Lets hope that the snow doesn’t stick around, or I may go in to systematic shock! It’s bad enough that I have to wear winter sweaters, long johns and a hat to bed here in the Airstream! Snow does NOT belong south of the 35th parallel!