The skies have been winter gray for a few weeks in the Valley. Of course as I’m writing this, the sun is finally breaking through the dreary morning clouds and showing off blue skies. So I should probably keep this short and go enjoy it.
After living my most of my life in Texas, adjusting to Cache Valley’s usually snowy, sub-freezing winters has been a challenge. Especially since I don’t participate in any of the winter activities. I’m probably ripping off someone else’s quote when I say this but I’m a firm believer that if you can’t change you circumstances change your perspective. Armed with my camera I headed out into the snow to do just that.
Since living here I’ve noticed the snow makes the world look different. Even on an overcast day the blanket of white reflects light upward giving the world a soft glow. It makes the river that would be sparkling bright in the summer look dark and brooding in comparison. The way fresh fallen snow collects on surfaces like the plants and tree trunks. Snowy peaks are that obscured and revealed by fog.
One good thing is that trudging through the snow makes a hot drink, a blanket and good company all the more comforting.
Thanks for reading,