People who brave winter in the North know what I’m talking about: the strangely bluish quality of cold air and golden flash of low-angled sunlight. When we say we appreciate the change of seasons, this “quality of light” is almost always cited.
Yesterday we had our first measurable snowfall in Milwaukee. All the neighbors on our street were out shoveling once the snow tapered off in the late afternoon. As my family was finishing up, I glanced down the street and noticed how all the tree branches seemed gilded by the last rays of sunlight.
I quickly went inside for my phone, and naturally by the time I got back outside, the light had faded quite a bit. Can you make out the color? And I did get a few other nice photos. Below is a picture of our birch, showing a hint of that golden color.
And the clouds in the sky seemed lit from below, which they actually were (sunset).
Today’s temperatures were bitter, about twenty degrees colder than yesterday. Below is a photo of the same trees, facing west. Although you can’t quite see the sun itself, which in real life could be seen as a hazy orb, you can still make out its chilly glow at center. Brrrr!
Yes! I know and love that light!
So do I! It’s lovely, and I never tire of it.
I always feel a certain solidarity with other people who live in cold climates. I’m a transplant from a temperate city, but I have grown to love the north.
“Solidarity” is exactly the word! Sometimes winter is so hard that i forget to notice the things about it that are actually quite beautiful.