November snowfalls are often fleeting events; deep snow disappears more quickly than might be thought. Well after sunset and under a waxing gibbous moon the snow was a pale, marble white - what little colour there was in the landscape lay in the golden stubble in the fields and a delicate pink wash to the tops of the clouds. It was to be a cold night with temperatures well below freezing.
The sharp, frosty morning air was a real pleasure, the clean freshness mirrored in the pale shades just before the sun rose sufficiently to light he lower ground.
When the sun did rise above the hills beyond the Howe of Alford, it was with a searing intensity which was in sharp contrast to the cool blues of the snowy fields.
The whole landscape was briefly lit with pink shades before the sun climbed higher and the light hardened. Truly, winter has its own beauties.
It's been pretty cold up the east coast recently.
ReplyDeleteI'm hoping this is a good sign for a "proper" winter Bob - although this fll has thawed, there's more on the way next week :o)
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