Welcome back, Winter,
I've been thinking about what a bum deal you got. Talk about roles in a family! Your beautiful sisters are celebrated by so many. Look at Ms. Spring. She is fresh and tender, full of softness and pastels. She dances in on breezes and bunnies and her coyness makes her so very attractive. Then along comes sexy summer. She is HOT with lots of skin showing and a come hither sort of look. She tempts with luscious iced drinks, long leisurely days, and warm, tender nights. Gotta love her for all that vitality. And, finally, the queen of boldness, Autumn, meanders in. Autumn flashes brilliant color with so much poise and nerve. She takes over the stage and cannot be hidden. Her deep, smooth voice is heard in the wind that shakes the dazzling leaves off the trees and her intensity is visible everywhere.
But you, Winter? You they call Old Man Winter. You don't come on stage with a legacy of vitality or sexiness or boldness. You come with a weary eye, wrapped in scarves, gloves and boots. Your gift is gray and wet and tends to make people cranky. Not fair! I admit that, historically, I have wished away your presence, hanging on through the sunless, dismal days of January and February, counting the hours until Spring arrived. And, likely I will do that again this year. But, for a brief spell here in December, I have made it a point to find beauty in your arrival. I have made it a point to carry my camera on walks around town and I have looked for the rich starkness you provide. It has been a delight to look for your entry into the world this year. What do you think of your portraits?
I have decided that, in your own way, you have much to offer the world. Thanks for coming along!