Over the centuries, many songs and poems have been written with romantic descriptions of great white blankets of snow and crystalline sheets of ice... But, as well as gifting us their beauty, snow and ice also induce feelings of solitude and melancholy, the very thought of the piercing cold instantly drawing us back to the warmth of a crackling fireplace... No words, just a shared understanding.
Whims of nature; perceived as ephemeral events that only last a few moments, a few hours, a few days... their impact causes the landscape to shudder while endowing it with extra soul and life.
Snow and ice have that strange feeling of immediacy about them. The moment they arrive, they're gone. And you never know when you will see them
