As I was headed to bed on Monday night the late news was filled with the dire warning of first snow – the snowpocalypse that we have all be dreading since early July, when we first resigned ourselves to the waning length of the days. Please, people! Get a life! In any event, there was a lot of meteorological spitting of rain and snow and its mixture sleet during the morning commute.
So when I got into work I decided to snap an IPhone record of the event, see Figure 1. It is not a great photograph by any means. It does, however, show the clash of seasons: snow coming down, leaves still exhibiting brilliant color, and even last summer’s geraniums clinging to life in window boxes.
The splendid photographic light of late summer and autumn is now past. Winter begins to beckon. The sun will be low, the shadows long. The sky will take on that deep blue frigid tone and then, of course, there will be snow. The light is ever changing. We have to adapt to it.