For no clear reason aside from poetry and whimsy, this view over my children’s school play fields struck me as: beautiful, cold, neolithic, hopeful, and a bit fairy-magical.
See the dozens of snow figures? And all the circling tracks as children ran and rolled their creations into being? Some figures people-like, some like houses, some just … efforts to raise a monument amid a world of winter. The strange balls in the trees (I’m told they are invasive mistletoe) could be nests, or decorations, or more dreams. Such a clear sky behind all those clouds, and the snow is turning from white to blue as the sun goes down.