Sweden: Rural Winter Frost
I love winter.
I know, I know: I'm super weird. But I can't help it. The lure of a brisk walk, the muted sunlight, the opportunity to bundle in hats and scarves, the bracing feeling of taking in a breath of cold air — there's something about it that makes me feel my most human, elemental and alive.
It's odd, because we've lived in warm, sunny places for most of the last ten years. And don't get me wrong: I like mild weather. But there's just something about winter that puts me in my most creative, introspective place. So I was so excited to take this trip, partly because hello, Scandinavia. But partly because I couldn't wait to get back to true winter and its many gifts.
I already have tons of photos from this trip (apologies to Jason who has to endure stopping every five steps for me to take 20 shots), but couldn't help but start off with the ones that have excited me the most. We've spent the past three days and nights in rural Sweden in a farm community just outside Halmstad. We rented a tiny Air BnB cabin owned by a couple who lived just across the street. Every morning when we took the long drive out to the main road, we'd wind through rolling farmland and catch sightings of grazing horses (wearing coats, those cuties), cows and geese. I was most struck by the thick blanket of frost that covered every inch of everything, as far as the eye could see.
Here are some more of my favorite frosty moments:
Are you a fan of winter? What's your favorite season?