We had had the grandchildren (Mollie & Tom) spending the evening and night with us on Saturday, and when I took Ruby out for her final walk at about 9.30 pm it was extremely cold and frosty. The ground sparkled like precious jewels, the grass crunched underfoot and there was a definite crispness in the air.
The grandchildren were awake at about 7.15, so I got up, and had a look out of the window. Everywhere was covered in a sheen of white, and there was a sense of peace and calm, that you get when the snow absorbs the usual sounds (although at 7.15 am on a Sunday morning there is usually very little in the way of ambient sound around.)
Collecting my camera I took a few shots of the white world outside.
Garden trespasser
I had left the camera in my pocket, and when I arrived at church is was fairly obvious that the congregation was not going to be very large, so I took the opportunity of taking some shots of the church before all the footprints appeared in the snow and spoilt the view.
On the way home from church I passed a young couple busily engaged in constructing a seated snowman on a seat outside the Bradford and Bingley Building Society Offices, and I couldn’t resist a few shots of that too!
Me 'n' my snowman
It raised quite a bit of interest from passers by who were busily reaching for their mobile phones to take a shot of the snowman!
As an interseting little aside.......
Did you know that Wilson Alwyn "Snowflake" Bentley (February 9, 1865 – December 23, 1931), born in Jericho, Vermont, was one of the first known photographers of snowflakes? He perfected a process of catching flakes on black velvet in such a way that their images could be captured before they melted.
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