Wednesday, January 2, 2013


Driving over the Sierra Nevada mountains  on Friday, I was amazed at how I had forgotten how many colors a snowy landscape can have. Over time, my memory of snow had faded to mostly white and black.

The Truckee is steel blue. The sky a pearl gray. Willows are rusty red, and the rocks come in gold, cinnamon, and great. Pine tree limbs are deep green under their blanket of snow. So many colors, interacting to create beautiful pictures.

I guess the lesson here is that memory pales in comparison to experience. Textures and subtle colors fade as we leave the scene, and we are left with only the contrasts to make a picture.

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