Looking out the window, I see that it’s here, the first snowfall of the season. I sprint out the door and arrive outside out of breath. Sticking out my tongue running while around in circles desperately trying to catch a snowflake. This is a ritual I have been doing as long as I can remember. Each year, I always wait for snow to fall from the heavens above and have another chance to catch a flake on my tongue.
I grew up always somehow knowing that no two snowflakes are alike. Wilson Bentley of Jericho, Vermont, is the person to thank for that discovery. He was the first person to successfully photograph and document snowflakes or scientifically, snow crystals. There were others before Wilson Bentley who had studied snowflakes. But Bentley became the most well known researcher of snowflakes because of his intense dedication he placed into photographing so many snowflakes.
When falling from the sky, snowflakes look innocent to me. Snowflakes are innocent because they are light, fluffy, pure, and beautiful, bringing me back to the days and memories as a child longing for was snow. Day in and day out looking out the windows hoping and waiting for a new season to begin. I now impatiently wait, because I feel I have waited long enough for the snow. Everyday I look across the street to see how much snow the mountains have.
It’s getting really cold out, and I can feel that it is snowing in the mountains or going to snow soon.
Here is a link to some great snowflake photography