THE STORY OF "ANTICIPATION"
Who doesn’t remember the giddy joy of anticipation we all felt as a kid when we glanced, dreamy-eyed, out the window at night as the snow swirled through the cold winter air, turning the land on the other side of the glass into a vast playground? Some of us have preserved that sense of anticipation more than others.
To some, snow is a nuisance, an obstacle to navigate as we go about our busy lives. Others don’t lower their head in a snow storm quite as fervently. Instead of seeking shelter, they seek a connection to those childhood days again, to the wonder of going to bed with the world outside looking one way, and the anticipation of waking up to a whole new way of life.
I love falling snow for the stories it tells of yesteryear, for its unique ability to refocus our attention on what’s immediately in front of us, for its talent to bring back memories of simpler days, when a feeling of anticipation was enough. Call it dreamy-eyed, call it illusional. I don’t mind. In fact, I’d agree. For a precious few, albeit cold, hours, a blanket of snow slows all of us down. And next time you feel that giddy anticipation you haven’t allowed yourself to feel in years or even decades, know that this kid thinks it’s okay.
Finalist, 2020 Zebra Black & White International Photography Awards
Shortlisted, Motif Collective's 2020 Black & White Showcase
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