Snow and ice reduce things to their essence...shades of white and blue, shadows and sun, and either the absolute absence of contrast, or the extreme opposite. 

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I spent several weeks in Northern Wisconsin in March. Our town lies on the southern shore of Lake Superior, which freezes over the winter. March is the tine when warming and winds out of the west begin to break up the ice. The drama and tension in the thaw can be compelling.   

 

Elsewhere, in Switzerland, I noticed unique forms and shapes in wind blown snow. 

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