I wrote about whiteouts this morning in my writing blog, the b in subtle. Then I drove to visit my parents this afternoon through some actual whiteouts. It would have been a bit of a harrowing drive, but for the fact that I've been driving this road for close to a decade now and I know it like the back of my hand. I also know how to drive in winter weather. It would appear a lot of other people do not. Not sure what you do about that. Often I think the only thing that keeps me from driving in bad weather is not the bad weather itself, but other drivers who think they are invincible somehow. Bad driving and bad weather is truly a scary mix.
I don't mind driving in winter weather. I don't get panicky. Actually, I kinda love it. The way the snow snakes across the dark part of the road. Sometimes the snow, the way it moves, appears to be figures of ghosts drifting by you, sauntering across the fields. I love winter storms. Sure, I'd rather be watching them curled up in front of my woodstove sipping a mug of ovaltine. But I don't mind driving in them. Thankfully, I have an all-wheel drive that manoevers pretty well.
I shot this creeping slowly towards town. The winter sun was trying to break through the clouds and this tree stood out so vividly against the whiteouts. I love the waterdrops on the windshield as well - they provide a fourth wall and hint at safety/warmth, a nice contrast, I think. This is my final winter driving along this road. It will be nice to remember it through photographs. I will miss it!
