Despite threatening snow all day, but just delivering sleety rain, the weather finally gave us a blizzard just as I was about to set off on the afternoon dog walk. With a vet appointment an hour later, the walk could not be postponed and so Tia and I headed out into the teeth of the snowstorm, a vicious blinding white-out that had me bumping our neighbour’s roadside plant stall, which stands, with just an honesty box for money, at the side of the road. Having fought off the plant stall, we battled on, Tia’s eyes squinting and her nose specked white, the bitter wind offering a distinctive possibility of frost-bite to both hand and paw. Turning into the field we gained the welcome shelter of the hedge, as the familiar and welcome shape of the old barn loomed out of whirling flakes. I was relieved to realise that we had not strayed off piste, and would not be sinking waist deep into a drift. I risked exposing the camera to the elements for a quick shot. That’s the trouble with photography. It takes a perfectly good dramatic word-picture and shakes out all of the exaggeration, leaving just a few snowflakes blown in a brisk breeze. It was heavy snow for a few minutes though, and yes, with my head down into the wind, I did bump into the plant stall.
Oh yeah trying to capture snow flakes blowing in a storm is hard might be easier if snow was black. LOL Then you get the flakes on the lens as I see you did. But as a person who just went through a freezing blizzard I appreciate this photo and really see the snow as heavy. Blizzard is about the winds and not the amount of snow. Winds of 35 mph in gusts or sustained for 3 hours minimum. (Have I been watching to many weather reports?) Stay warm and hope the vets visit was just a check up that went well.