There is something very romantic about the way snow falls to the earth in clumps and gets tossed by the wind, swiveling in the air like a gentle hurricane of flurries. Then resting gently on the wooden rooftops of cosy homes or settling on the lamina of hardy temperate leaves. Watch this magic for more than an hour and these crystalline jewels wrap themselves against the barks of naked trees, collects in the crevices of miniature branchioles. Snow covers each solid tier of magnificent pine, adorning hills of these coniferous giants in white blanket sheath.
How the wintry frost has stilled the forest is something the eye can’t really conceive. Only what was before – dark green and brown hues, has metamorphosed into ivory bleached hills.
All pictures taken at Furano-shi and Mt Annupuri, Niseko in Hokkaido, where I had the opportunity to stay and wonder about for two hectic/blissful weeks this December.
Enjoy the rest of the winter, my northern hemisphere friends.