I know late winter snowfalls are a hassle for most people. I know. Especially after spring seems to have arrived. Having to deal with piles of snow after dealing with it all winter long is not fun for most people. I am not most people. I love winter. I love snow. I love the cold. … Continue reading Photos from a recent snowstorm
Even though I can't handle being in the cold for a long time, I love winter. I love the smell of it in the air. I love the scrunch of the snow under my shoes. The world's a (mostly) dirty place and I love how clean the snow makes everything look. I love the grey … Continue reading Winter at home
Some mornings I wake up early. It's not often that it happens. I'm a late sleeper, always have been. But when I do wake up at the crack of dawn and it's snowing outside, I will get out of bed, put on some warm winter clothes, grab my camera and head out for a walk. … Continue reading A morning walk through the snow
In the winter of 2010, we drove through the countryside between Luduș and Apahida in Transilvania, in what is known as lake country because of the many natural and man-made lakes in the area. As we traveled through, it began to snow and the drab grey and black landscapes suddenly turned white and beautiful. We … Continue reading In the countryside in winter
This past Sunday morning, I woke up to a beautiful snowfall and luckily for me, about 10 minutes before the blue hour (which actually lasts less than an hour). I tiptoed down the stairs so I wouldn't wake up my wife and child, put some clothes and shoes on, and because it was snowing heavily, … Continue reading Blue hour and snowfall!
It's been a hum-drum winter, I've said it before. It barely snows, and when it does, it melts right away. The temperatures hover between 0-10° Celsius, so it's neither warm nor cold, just kind of annoying. I don't know where the winters of my youth went, but I hope they come back at some point. … Continue reading Winter photos from our garden
Hoar frost is a strange term, isn't it? It comes from Middle English, circa 1300, is actually spelled "hoarfrost" over in England, and it means exactly what you'll see in the photos I took this morning in our garden. Enjoy!