What is it about the first snow? A childish anticipation perhaps, a visual treat for a landscape that has gone brown and barren, or an acknowledgement that nature still has this final act in her play of seasons.Winter wraps the marsh in a veil of white surrounded by edges of lacy ice.
The early snow softens the reeds, spartina and other grasses that fall had left dry and sharp-edged. It softens the sounds of the marsh, from the calls of ducks and geese, to tundra swans finishing their long trip from the Arctic plains.The winter marks a final chapter in the the seasons, a quiet interlude before the geese get restless and head northward once again. This Chesapeake winter is all the more beautiful because it is a fleeting study of life slowed in muted colors and designs in their barest forms.Original music & video ©2018 Richard Olsenius
