Craving for snow

Мороз и солнце; день чудесный!
Еще ты дремлешь, друг прелестный —
Пора, красавица, проснись:
Открой сомкнуты негой взоры
Навстречу северной Авроры,
Звездою севера явись!*

Зимнее утро, Александр Cергеевич Пушкин, 1829

The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination – Terri Guillemets

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Dreaming of snowy mountain in bright blue and white palette. According to me, this winter hasn’t offered enough opportunities to enjoy the snow. By enjoy, I mean: eat snowflakes, roll into snowdrifts, start snow battles – if you’re a child (or adult and nobody’s watching 🙂 ) Simply admire it, listen how silently it falls, take long walks, and above all – take pictures – if you are an adult.

So instead of shooting rainy Paris, I would rather take you away to the French Alps. Come on, dream with me! Prepare your hot chocolate, wrap yourself in a wool plaid – and welcome to Valmorel!

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A daydream of snow and of clouds:

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Millions and millions of snow feathers, shining like diamonds:

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Snow, Sky, Sun 🙂



What about a little snowstorm?





*Snow, frost and sunshine… Lovely morning!
Yet you, dear love, its magic scorning,
Are still abed… Awake, my sweet!.
Cast sleep away, I beg, and, rising,
Yourself a northern star, the blazing
Aurora, northern beauty, meet.

Winter Morning, A. S. Pushkin, 1829, translated from Russian by Irina Zheleznova

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