Lights are Still Up

Spartanburg photographer20150107
Spartanburg photographer20150107
Spartanburg photographer20150107-2
Spartanburg photographer20150107-2

Around here, the Christmas lights are still up on everyone's houses. Because they are *frozen in place!* Many houses will still have them up in April, when the spring thaw comes. I'll probably take ours down if we get the February thaw. But in the meantime, it's so cold the car speakers won't work at first, the pneumatic tube to hold the car trunk up won't stay up, and the snow is so dry, it's just silky powder, and you can wash your gloves with it. (But you definitely can't build a snowman with it.) There is wonder everywhere you look and touch...I love the magic of deep winter, those few special weeks. This sort of winter intensity doesn't happen too many places in America anymore. I love that people huddle together and hunker down. I love looking out of my son's window and seeing every rooftop in the row with a smoking chimney most of the day, and all evening. I love the three hours of golden light, the way everything is either white or pastel, and the instant icicles that form in your nose with the second breath in. I love Jack Frost's etching on our car windows and snowflakes large enough to detect their unique patterns. I love the surprise of the intimidating, gunshot sound of ice calving off roofs from time to time. I love not having to think about which shoes to wear, because it's always, always Bean boots. I love the warmth of the woodstove and the idea that I might actually complete something crafty just for fun. I'm not a huge fan of the afternoon darkness, but sleeping in and still seeing sunrise is a photographer's dream. I'm heading out into the woods in a few days to photograph winter, and I'm really looking forward to it.