Is there too much colour in your life? The only vivid colour in winter on the prairies is blue – the amazing crystal clear blue sky and brilliant sunshine. The view of the sky is unblocked by annoying trees and mountains from which so many other locations suffer. But all else is white, grey, or very subtle browns, yellows and reds of dormant branches.
This winter landscape opens the eyes to subtlety of colour; appreciation of horizontal line; sharpness of contrast.
Thank goodness it’s over for another year! The real problem with the prairie winter is its length.
As we walk along the beach next to the remaining ice, we hear tinkling sounds. It’s like a room full of crystal chandeliers blowing in a breeze from an open window. As we look we see beautiful shards of ice being knocked over by gusts of wind or gently moving ripples in the lake. It’s a magical sound and a mystical sight with so much ‘crystal clear ice’
We look across the lake and see areas of open water and waves still frozen in time.
These moments of ice sculpture don’t last long, often just a few days then it’s summer again. Today we are wearing shorts and basking in the summer temperatures. I think there is a large red switch somewhere that is turned on to change from winter to summer. Who needs spring? It’s so good to hear and see the birds again. Yesterday there were no leaves, today dozens of trees are burst into leaf. The amazing season of growth has started again.