My son wasn’t the only one excited by our most recent snowfall. I’m often looking for something new to photograph or a new way to photograph something I’ve seen many times before. I love getting out when snow has changed the world and even my backyard has something new to offer.
When I go out on a morning like this, I hear this poem in my head. My first grade students learned it one winter when I was teaching.
Snow makes whiteness where it falls.
The bushes look like popcorn-balls.
The places where I always play,
Look like somewhere else today.
Marie Louise Allen