I did take lots of incidental pictures of the snow yesterday, from the porch, from the barn, in the fields, but none of them SAID anything. And if a photograph does not tell you a story or open a memory, or offer a challenge – it is worthless. Perfect, pretty, technically correct photographs are not always the best ones.
The best pictures are the ones that sing the first bars of a song.
So serene. Aunty Del standing in the yards, the ground leveled by shimmering white snow flakes,the cow chewing her cud and thinking about nothing much.
The cows could have been inside the barn but they preferred to stand their huge hot bodies out in the cool gently falling snow.
When they got bored with standing in the snow, they moved a few steps to the right and stood again in the snow, watching me over the half barn door as I cleaned and tidied in the barn.
Winter has come I think. I don’t mind the snow – I grew up on a beach in New Zealand, remember?
I hope you have a lovely day.