A red banner on the weather app declares, “Winter Storm Warning.” Outside, blowing snow confirms the alarming forecast. Five to nine inches of snow and wind gusts to 40mph are predicted.
Steam rises from the coffee maker, announcing its job is done. Camera and Lenses are packed; Coat, hat, gloves, boots, and thermos – check.
“Travel will become difficult and dangerous as the snowstorm continues throughout the day,” the warning adds. “Unnecessary travel is not advised.”
I know the route. A drive past my favorite bogs. The same ones featured in previous posts – this time expressed in near-monochrome. The hue is black spruce. The value dilutes to a trace in shadows of drifting snow.
A gentle descent into the Yellow River valley. Snow is piling up. There are no tire tracks on what used to be the road. Opening the truck door, snow rushes into the cab. I step out with my camera, it is almost to the top of my boots.
The river ices over where it’s calm. Deepening snow captures sound and buries it until spring – only the north wind through pines and driven snow against my coat break the silence.
I stop on a bridge near a bend in the river. White Pines full of snow bow to the river – Its dark iris reflecting the steel-gray sky of a snowstorm.
Color disappeared.
Flew south with migrating birds.
Minimal palette.
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