“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”
– J. B. Priestley
A cold delicate death dances like a ballerina suspended in time. Snow and ice clings as precariously as life to passionate pink petals unfurling from forest green foliage, blood red thorns.
Nature’s brush abstract as a blind Picasso, as random as dice, creates beauty in contrast.
Our roaming photographer captured this image in the yard sprawling before the antique Waggoner Mansion in Decatur. Perched on a hilltop, the tower on top overlooked the town transformed by a dotting of snow. It marked the first snowfall of the season in Wise County, and a sudden sense of finality as the kingdom of winter sprouted overnight on the rolling prairie.
The freezing flowers mark the end of warmth as cold and darkness grows. But it also foreshadows nature’s renewal, the burst of life that blooms every spring, and the magic inherent in the season’s first snow.