Dear Winter, I am grumpy when I have to wake up in the morning and it is still dark out. I'm grumpy when I have to ride my son to school in the rain and I'm not ashamed to tell you I curse you under my breath when I ride. Here in Amsterdam you feel long and the days feel so short, a person could spend a lot of time being grumpy...Or they could take their camera, carefully sheltered from your never ending rain and wait. Wait, as the rain gives way to mist, as branches slowly reveal themselves and light begins to bounce from the water.
One of my two year old's favorite sayings is "more light please". Perhaps he means his rabbit nightlight, or the kitchen light, he could mean the headlights on his favorite truck. I always think he's talking to you, asking for a personal favor, as if light were a lolly pop he justs wants a few more licks of. Now here we are in the middle of march and you have answered our call. This morning our ride to school was in full daylight and the ride home will be as well. We searched out all the new trees that had burst into green, saw the crocus poking up through tree trunks and wore raincoats instead of heavy winter ones.
It seems, Dear winter, that you are in retreat. Before you go I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for your stark beautiful trees against a white sky, thank you for your flocks of birds and dusky shades of grey. Thank you for ushering in the spring slowly so we can savour it and thank you for cultivating a great appreciation for the light.
written by riley salyards. photographs by riley salyards.