snow - object writing

by Petter
(France)

snow - object writing

covering the smaller trees up on the hill behind the summer cottage, making them look like small people fighting a suffocated battle to be heard or seen in the muffled landscape. deep prints from my boots, the crusty snow finding its way into my trousers. some birds have stayed but their voices are softened by the ever present blanket of white with its light blue tinges and even fainter shade of yellow or orange. it is dusk and the blue hour is beginning to announce the oncoming night. the snow feels as if it were wounding itself more tightly around itself, getting harsher as the light recedes and the temperature plummets again. only sound now is that of the snow itself when i wade through it towards the cottage. timeless the snow, a reminder of things our ancestors lived with in a much harder embrace, a togetherness where nature was not mother only but often a very cold place indeed.