Merodeando en las calles cubiertas de nieve de Colorado me encontré esta hoja en forma de corazón. Lo pirmero que se me vino a la mente fue el Chapulín Colorado y sus intrépidas hazañas.
En honor al Chapulín Colorado
Before and After the Winter Snow
Before and After the Winter Snow
As winter starts to get serious I am preparing a few posts that reflect on the language we use to describe winter. The posts will reflect on our use the words pure, crystalline, mushy or bitter and how they conjure a feeling or a memory, and how we can flip from saying “Oh, how nice is the snow” to “Arg! it is snowing again”.
I took these photographs two months apart. I tried to stand in the same place and I think I was close. This was the first snowfall that accumulated in 2015 in Boulder, Colorado. The temperature was below 0° C.
By the time I decided to head back my fingers were starting to hurt. And I was beginning to worry that my camera was going to freeze since the ambient temperature was below the lower optimal working temperature. But, still I stopped to take a few more photographs.
These two photographs remind me of those then and now photos to which I am always attracted. The signs show a historical site back-in-the-day and now. Most of the time the picture from the past is in black and white and the picture in the future is in color. With this pair of photographs the past is shiny, full of color, and the present is bitter, bone-hurting, beautiful. And still one reminisces on the recent past.
Leave a comment below with your thoughts on winter. I am particularly interested in reading how you deal with the cold.
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Check out my other post: Diffusion, Me Di Un Vueltin, or Abstract Photography