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A late January snow fall and the radio spits out those magical words: “Snow gates closed at the Spittal of Glenshee”. Early morning start for the 90 minute drive up to Dunkeld and then on up the A93. It’s been a wet, windy and mild winter yet again so it was nice to see some real winter weather at last. Thanks Joe for the company and driving the last bit.
The magic of snow is the simplification it brings to the form of the landscape. Individual trees and rocks suddenly have a presence and place that would otherwise be drowned out by the background of similar colours and shapes. I am constantly looking for that visual rhythm and visual Haiku that arrests the eye and the imagination. In the images taken with a long lens over the brow of the hills the lack of any discernible detail and the almost, but not quite, identical tone of white in the snow and the sky gives a sense of endless space. I didn’t go out with any expectations but came back with a lot to think about.
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