I love snow covered scenes. They are so peaceful, so quiet and absent of color. But are they really?
I walked out early this morning to take photos of our black and white world. I'm glad no one was out because I was quite a sight! Slippers, still in my pajamas wearing our gray, wool, wood coat with unbrushed hair. Yup, quite a sight.
But I wanted to capture the beauty of this peaceful moment.
It was quiet. The only sound I could hear was the snow crunching under my slippers as I walked down the path we had dug out late last night when we arrived home.
Its a magical land when it's all covered with snow. The dirt is gone, the jagged rocks disappear and it's all replaced with peace.
I kept thinking about how beautiful this black and white world is. No colors around, just black and white. Sometimes you want that, a little reprieve from color. Color have so many emotions, red as anger but then again red as love, blue as openness, purple for royalty, brown is grounding.
But when you start to look more closely at our black and white world, colors started to appear. The brown from the last few leaves clinging to the oak tree on the right.
The greens of the leaves on the pines.
Or the beautiful grays from the treetops and the sky.
We don't live in a black and white snow covered world. Winter has its own set of colors. And even if our eyes don't immediately see it, color is everywhere.