As winter approaches, I can’t help but feel a longing for what I consider to be real winter, the Minnesota/Wisconsin winters that I knew for many years.
People in Portland talk about it being cold and I literally laugh at them, as it dips below freezing a handful of times. Even in the mountains it’s not that cold; it hovers around 30 degrees or so. I am an equal opportunity scoffer, however. When someone back home complains that it’s much too rainy and dark, I may remind them that it is nothing compared to the cold and damp we have in the Pacific Northwest from November to May.
Wherever you go, people complain about the weather. But I was one of the few who fully adored the Minnesota winter, so when people complain how bad it’s going to be this year, I wish I could politely tell them to stop breaking my heart. It was my favorite season by far, I still pine for the peaceful magic of freshly fallen snow, donning layers and layers of winter gear to go for a hike, and all the fun things to do in the snow.
These photos were taken in the little woods behind my grandma’s house in early November of last year, when I was visiting Taylors Falls, Minnesota for an after graduate school retreat. I had hoped it would snow while I was there, and sure enough, it did twice. Both times I was on white fluffy snowflake version of cloud nine.