Though we’re not quite slipping into winter yet (astronomically, that won’t happen until December 21), this year feels like the season stepped on our feet quite rudely. We are all saying ouch in the Midwest, and some are holding resentments.
Nevertheless, winter brings its beauties. And this year I find myself thinking of the artistry of snow and ice, and how they can highlight the texture and shape of things in ways we don’t appreciate otherwise.
This photo was taken in 1989, the year I worked at a retreat center in Sweden. The day was foggy and cold, a combination that produces hoarfrost, which clothed these pine trees in delicate garments of ice. But I didn’t appreciate their majesty until winter took out its paints and brushes and did this.
Today is Thanksgiving, and as I reflect on the early arrival of winter this year, I’m thankful for how snow and ice can make ordinary things extraordinary. And I’m thankful for God, who made this beautiful planet and each precious person who gives our lives meaning and hope. He is truly a God of extraordinary generosity, and the Lord of all seasons.
Happy Thanksgiving.
— Nelsonia