It was with delight that we ventured into the bitter cold, all dressed up in our mittens and hats, safe inside our protective layers. It was so cold that my hands kept on shaking every time I reached for the camera slung around my neck, but despite the chill factor I still managed to capture some great images. I haven’t had the experience of shooting in the snow before with my DSLR, everything seems more difficult and every move has to be careful, just to make sure that I don’t end up upside down in the snow.
Capturing images of such intense light and shadow is difficult, the stark white of the snow and the tracks etched deep into it, set against the golden light of the sun, creates an atmosphere of nature laid bare. There is something fascinating about the golden sunlight meeting the footprints in the snow, all the nuances normally invisible to the naked eye are exaggerated, and for a moment the snow becomes golden yellow, set against the blue, creating the impression of warmth even in the bitter cold.
This lighting often known as the “magic hour” by cinematographers, and the “golden hour” in still photography creates an atmosphere which captures the dying light of the day, it is at a position in the sky where long shadows are cast, and these mingle with the snow, silhouetting the branches.
The single drop of snow appears fragile, small and insignificant yet we are drawn to it’s importance in the frame, and it’s precedence over millions of other drops of snow. This fragile drop immediately becomes important, giant and engulfing, like a single person in a crowd, or a fish in the ocean.