I hear complaining all the time. It’s too cold! I have to shovel too much snow! We only get four months of bad snowmobiling weather!
People fly away to tropical locations in a desperate attempt to flee the cold as if it were some fatal disease. Ironically these are often the same people who are notoriously under dressed for running between their car and a nearby store.
I watch all the fuss with some bemusement. Yes there are some bitterly cold days to give us bragging rights. But you can cut the really cold days in half if you don’t dread the forecasted ones that don’t materialize. Yes there are snow storms. But what fun to drive around after and see huge drifts and a fresh coat of beauty applied to everything.
In my opinion, we had some of the nicest days of the year in the supposed deep freeze of February. On some sunny, calm days I walked through perfect fresh snow, enjoying the sun, shedding clothing layers and marvelling at the pristine wonderland. There weren’t even any mosquitoes!
No season is perfect so it’s nice to cycle through. And it provides wonderfully different scenes to photograph. It’s almost hard to believe that a river that looks like this in summer …
Can provide scenes like this in winter …
Cycling through the seasons appeals to me. That inevitably makes fall my favorite. There is something invigorating about breathing that cool, refreshing air with the potential to find explosions of colour like this …
Still there is something mysterious and magical about the same area in winter as I imagine the beavers wintering in their hut below the snow.
On the prairies, we talk a lot about the weather because we get a lot of it. We also complain … a lot. Me too! Unlike most people, I save my most eloquent complaining for days when its too hot or too windy.
By some calendars, spring has arrived. Given a wind chill of -22C today and regional storm warnings, I think it’s safe to say it hasn’t quite made it here yet. But it will.
Until then, I think I’ll head back to the igloo to avoid the complaining.