Yet, sometimes when I'm in a forgiving mood, I can see the beauty of the season. A glimpse out the window when I'm tucked inside, wrapped snugly in a comfy afghan, reveals a world transformed. Twinkles of sunlight dancing off the snow. The sharp contrast of an azure sky against the black and white of trees and landscape.
Even a snowy day has its own aesthetic interest as flakes swirl and churn, blanketing trees and buildings, while laying a pristine cover on the ground.
If you really need a shot in the arm on these frigid winter days, however, try an early morning stroll with the sun making its way from over there to over here. Yesterday, I watched its progress on a road trip and was enthralled, while this morning a friend braved the sub-sub-zero temperatures to run toward the east and grab some photographs. The results were stunning — a melange of radiant oranges and umbers, hoarfrost and mist.
To prove it, I scoped out some lovely photographs of Mother Nature's most impressive artwork against a background of winter white.