This is my first winter in Vermont, and I've really been aware of how much different snow, ice, and frost are up here, even compared to New Haven, just a few hours away. When it snows in single-digit (Fahrenheit) cold, you get a really different sort of effect than when it snows in thirty-degree mush. The flakes come down as flakes, like the ones you cut out from folded paper when you're a kid (but with proper sixty-degree symmetry, instead of ninety-degree symmetry). Sometimes they're spiky and blow around like little bits of down; sometimes they're plate-like and sparkle like glitter.
I've been trying to catch some of these pretty patterns with a camera, but it's not easy.
I increased the contrast on that image in photoshop, but I think that's fair. You can click these pictures to enlarge them a bit, as usual.
Here's some frost on my windshield a couple of days ago.
It's really wonderful to live in a place where I wake up to that sort of beauty on a regular basis.
I haven't made any postcards of these images yet, but I get the feeling I probably will.
2 comments:
Wow I really like the top one especially. Is it falling snow, or what is it exactly? They really are text-book snowflakes. Funny.
They look like they're falling, but actually that's just a shot of a level surface covered with a couple of inches of snow. It's a very close-up image, obviously: those snowflakes are only a little bigger than an aspirin.
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