With the terrible winter Boston has been having this year, I should probably post images of warm sunny beaches. But no, instead I've been looking at photographs of snow covered landscapes trying to figure out where we're going to put our trashcans next week. Balancing them on 6 feet of snow isn't working out too well for us or the trash collectors.
Winter used to be my favorite season. My sister and I would go sled-riding with my Dad, drink hot chocolate, get snow days off of school... and I just loved the way snow would sit on the tree branches. Now that I'm an adult who has to worry about shoveling the car out, driving on bad roads, roofs collapsing and dry skin, it's a little less magical to me.
The mix of images above make me want to cozy up or go get into a snowball fight and at the same time, they are lonely, quiet and kind of haunting. I can't say winter is my favorite season anymore but I think some part of me will always love it, even when I can't feel my toes and my hair is full of static.