As someone from a city where it never snows, I rarely see the cleansing aspect of it. I don't see the whiteness transform into the bright colours hidden underneath, glistening with the dirty washed away.
That experience was priceless for me. It is rare to see a first in nature by my age, yet it never ceases to astound me.
Sightseeing at it's best.
On my last morning in Kyoto, I ducked out to Sanjusangendo, the temple with 1001 statutes. They are gold and it is stunning, however photos are prohibited so for my eyes only.
It snowed heavily as I strolled the grounds and the garden was more stunning than usual as a result.
There is a magic to the dusting of whiteness and the thick, large snowflakes falling all around me. Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote of that the "feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight" and it's such an apt description.
I am curious that lots of languages have many words for snow but English only has one, while it snows heavily in so many English speaking countries...do our lack of words limit our thoughts or does our lack of thought limit our words?
We had snow twice in Japan, in Hakone - only a little, enough to get excited about as we walked around the Open Air musuem (and enough to hide Fuji on the cablecar) and then real thick snow flakes that stayed on the ground in Kyoto.
Allseasons is back this week, and will think about if #Favouritefotos comes back next week....
#Allseasons linky runs from Thursday to Wednesday each week.
Link one post that shows something seasonal. Traditional weather wise, a seasonal nature marker or a seasonal celebration.
Make sure you link back to this #AllSeasons post.
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