I got out and about today, and it was beautiful if a little hairy on the roads. Interestingly the cold seems to have broken everyone’s indicator lights? I saw some customers, got some work done and as I got back to base, the sun was setting over the heights of Renfrewshire. I grabbed the camera and jogged down to the train station and over the bridge, hoping to catch the sun as it kissed the snow goodnight. The sky was aglow, the Kilpatricks behind me were pink candyfloss speckled with chocolate sprinkles and I was just a little too late. The last rays of the sun spilled across the river and burned orange through the gently wafting mist that played across the surface of the water. Cold fingers found “Sunset” on the camera and it was gone.
Snow makes the desolate look beautiful, the ugly seem sublime. The mountains just pull on their best suit when winter comes, but the forgotten spaces and places have their moments of wonder too.