Each One Like A Gem
photos by john
i have only ever experienced real snow once in my life, on a trip to china with my family many years ago. it was an experience both delightful and frightening; the newness of it was nothing short of exhilarating. no matter how much we prepared for it we were still constantly startled by the jarring cold that crept over every inch of exposed skin and through little crevices that could not quite get covered by the warmth of winter clothing. still i would not trade it for the world: that brief encounter i had with snow made me believe, more than ever, that i was meant to dance among white flurries and stand in awe at the beauty of it all.
i wish i had the chance to photograph my pretty new blouse amid a forest clothed in snow. i’d be playing on the ground with the grizzles on my skirt, making snow angels until my fingers and toes and the tip of my nose beg for the warmth of a roaring fire and a sweet cup of hot cocoa.