The area of Vermont in which I live is full of hills and valleys. The roads wind up and down and vistas will pop into view and then disappear again. This morning we left the house through a fresh snowfall, and I wish I’d had a camera with me. Coming down the hill the branches curved over the road, coated with dry fluffy snow. Around a corner bright blue sky contrasts with the branches and then as we drop a few more feet the contrast changes as we see the valley in shadow behind the white branches.
When we hit the valley floor the river was partially frozen with paths of clear but also very still water through the snow covered ice. The sun was mostly hidden behind cloud and the water picked up the light and didn’t sparkle like it might when the sun bounces off the water in the summer, rather the water glowed gold. Pools and ribbons of glowing water against the snow and ice.
Man I wish I had my camera with me this morning.