Today we honor the longest night—and for those not under cloudy skies a marvellous sighting of the conjunction of planets Saturn and Jupiter. But the days, even if short, are special too as here in Vermont we typically head into sunnier times with the low position of the sun providing visual delights too often gone unappreciated: long shadows and slanting, soft light that are a joy.
Another piece of winter light is the silhouetting of the “bones” of trees, bare of leaves and set off against skies, whether gray or blue. Though I love the other seasons as well, there is a special place in my heart for what is often irreverently called “stick season.”
I see it more as the trees reaching their hands up to the heavens!
No matter the way I walk, winter is the time I love to see the bones of trees.