In Hancock County, Maine
We don't remember snowstorms well. We think that we do; but, when it snows again, we realize that our memory is a leaking bucket. Small, wonderful sensations eventually dry up there and must be restored in real time.
The tingling feeling of being alive in a snow storm while Mother Nature celebrates with crystal confetti is especially difficult to remember over time.
We invite you to join us visually on a short walk in a snowstorm. We hope that it revitalizes your winter senses, especially your awareness of the splendid vividness that falling snow can bring to familiar things that never were fully appreciated.
You're also invited to share the wonderful sensation of awakening early on a fine day after an 11-inch snowstorm. This is when the dawn light gradually turns pale fields into a brightness that would be too intense to bear were it not for the soothing blue sky and the dark spruces looking like chocolate sundaes dolloped with great gobs of whipped cream.
We’re compelled to go out again, this time into the sunshine. But we go where few humans will go in this cold, short-lived fairyland. We visit tall trees wearing snow-striped pants, meandering streams glistening within snowy banks, bright red winterberries peeking out of their encrusted bushes, the graceful sweeps of snow on cove shores, and more.
For additional images that may evoke forgotten (or unknown) winter sensations, click on the link below for about a one-minute virtual tour. As usual, we recommend that your initial tour be in Slideshow mode to see the images in full screen. Here’s the link:
Barbara and Dic