Everything’s Illuminated


I’ve always thought of Winter the same way I think of great white sharks: hypnotic, imposing, even beautiful. But I don’t want to swim with one.

Still, there’s no denying either the coziness factor of witnessing Winter take shape beyond the windows (without having to be in it) or that strange, slightly scary thrill of realizing that weather does what it wants according to its own exigencies.

On December 29 and 30, 2007, Ferrara froze. Here’s how Dolce Metà, my little poet, put it in a text message:

“Outside, all is ice. It’s deadly cold, so don’t go out. But if you should decide to, you’ll see a marvelous spectacle. The humidity in the air has frozen, covering everything with a silver-white patina. The trees, in particular, are magnificent. It looks like snowfall.”

So, of course, I immediately dressed up like the Stay Puft marshmallow monster in Ghostbusters and went outside with the camera.

Above are thumbnails of pics we took on December 29-30, 2007 and again on January 3, 2008, the morning of the year’s first snow. Click on a thumbnail to see the larger version.


Posted on 3 January 2008, in Tales from the Road. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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