Hubbard Park tunnels in a light snow.
Snow is the greatest signifier of the winter season, the blessing (and, for some, the curse) from the heavens that dramatically transforms our landscape as suddenly as any natural phenomena. It’s mid-January and I have still had no good opportunity to pull out my cross-country skis. The land and vegetation still thirst for the long, slow drink a deep blanket of exquisitely crystallized white provides. Such are the strange and quietly ominous environmental conditions that climate change has afflicted us with. Attention must be paid to the alarming evidence right before us.
The light snowfall over the weekend finally offered a moderate transformation, painting the trees and foliage with immaculate highlighting. The weather was alluringly mild and almost windless. This prompted me to take my favorite River West walk, along our neighborhood’s greatest natural resource, for which it is named, the Milwaukee River.
Here is a short photo essay of what I encountered Sunday. My new Culture Currents header photo “A Fallen Giant in Light Snow,” is from this essay.
All photos by Kevin Lynch
Branches reaching into long view.
Duck couple in light snow.
River bed study.
River bed study II
A fallen giant in light snow.
A fallen giant in light snow II.
A great house overlooking the river.
A great riverside house II
Riverside lefty’s bumper.