While this winter has been unusually cold in North America, over here in Slovakia it has been particularly mild. To some people, a mild winter might be a relief. To me, it means grey skies, grey trees, grey mud. Grey. Winters like these are the reason I painted my living room yellow. Winters like these make me miss Canadian Rocky Mountain winters of crisp temperatures, dazzling snow, and bluebird skies. When I tell people I enjoy -10C (14F) they look at me like I am crazy. I also cement ideas people have of Canada being the land of snow and ice. I protest, however, that it is completely different when the air is dry. When it is humid, as it is here, barely freezing temperatures seep into the bone and make it feel much colder than it is.
Friends, however, are the antidote to any greyness, especially friends willing to trek into the hills and laugh in the face of blahness. Looking through the camera reminds me that beauty is all around me, no matter the temperature or lack of snow. And nothing feels quite so homey as returning to hot bowls of soup after being invigorated by hiking in the outdoors, all mixed together with conversation with good people.
What does your ideal winter look like?