We’ve had a snowy couple of weekends here on Dartmoor. We mostly stayed indoors in the warmth, looking out onto the snowy street and rooftops and beyond to what we could see of the hills.
We ventured out once to see if The Guardian had been delivered to Moretonhampstead. Steve had the chance to wear his new Panama Jack snow boots, purchased a few years ago the last time we had snow.
One evening at dusk, I was lured out by mist from the Wray Valley spreading up out of the river valley and settling down over the fields outside of town.
I stayed out until it was too cold to hold my camera, entranced by tire tracks. Signs of people navigating their way in the snowy landscape.
I posted some of my photos on Facebook and my artist friend John Behm
wrote ‘Franz Kline would know those marks’.
Franz Kline, American Abstract Artist, 1910 – 1962
Mahoning, oil & paper on canvas, 1956, 204.2 × 255.3 cm
Beyond frosted rooftops,
beneath a snow filled sky,
On Friday night, Steve and I stayed on the tippy top floor at Malmaison in Birmingham. When we’re away, my camera and I often go out first thing to explore, but it was way too cold to venture out.
Next morning, I was first up and sat in the window with a cup of tea.
It was so cold that it started to snow! Little pinpricks at first, then they became larger and fluffier as though feather pillows were being turned inside out far above me.
The snow stopped by the time we headed back home, but I had loved dreaming over the snow dappled jigsaw puzzle of the city high above the rooftops.
BTW, I’m very happy that most hotels still supply notepads and pencils. 🙂