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© Text & Photos - Annika - All The Live Long Day (unless otherwise stated).
I love snow! And the weather forecast had promised me snow for the last weekend. After a long Saturday of constantly checking the sky, tiny white ice crystals finally started falling from the clouds in the evening. A lot of them!
I went to bed hoping that the snow would still be there on Sunday morning. I set my alarm for 6:30, because I thought I might want to go for an early morning walk if the weather looked inviting. I surprised myself by actually getting up and doing it, too! It was overcast, so the sunrise light that I was hoping for did not materialize. Nonetheless, I had a wonderful few hours walking through the marshes near my house.
It was ever so silent, except for the flocks of crows in the trees and a few geese flying overhead. I could hear the snow crunching underfoot and melting in tiny drops from the branches. I walked along the canal and breathed in the wood smoke from the barges that were moored by the path. I met exactly one other person and we both smiled at each other, happily sharing a moment, surrounded by this rare London winter landscape.
© Text & Photos - Annika - All The Live Long Day (unless otherwise stated). 
Winter for me is a beautiful season. None other out of the four lets me revel so much in contrast. Intense sunshine in an icy blue sky. The crisp crackle of frost underfoot while walking wrapped in a soft, soft scarf. Grey winds outside my window, and glowing embers inside the fireplace. Only this winter has been uncommonly warm. Temperatures hardly dipped below 10° Celsius.
Last weekend brought a welcome change and we finally had some colder weather. On Saturday morning, I woke up to sun and hoar frost. Every single leaf in my garden was covered in brittle ice crystals. A few hours of delicate beauty before the golden rays got their way.
© Text & Photos - Annika - All The Live Long Day (unless otherwise stated).
