From year to year I write the same thing about snowfalls – about how I love them since childhood, about how they sober my mind, about how I love photographing them.
This year I have a completely different opinion about snowfall – I stopped loving snowfall.
And you believed it?
I will never stop loving snow in the form of precipitation!
And this year I will repeat the same thing: snowfalls sober and delight.
Routine is when the weather is the same every day, not just the same events.
And then a lot of snow falls.
And all of a sudden it affects everyone sharply, everyone starts having problems.
Cars get stuck, snow sweeps sidewalks and entrances, snow porridge forms on the roads. Everyone suffers.
And that's what's sobering.
But all people treat it differently, and most often negatively.
And I'm happy.
I rejoice when I clean a car covered with snow.
I rejoice when snow boots fall through on the sidewalk.
I'm glad when the car gets stuck and I have to dig it out.
I'm glad when I can't open my eyes because of the snow flying in my face.
I rejoice when I pick up a shovel to clean the snow at the garage.
My children are also happy about it all.
Somehow, miraculously, I have not lost this childish joy from the bad weather.
Maybe that's why I feel something from all the variety of weather conditions?
Or maybe I have some other abilities...
In any case, this ability to enjoy any weather only helps me to live.
There's always a reason to go outside.