Wistful
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This picture was taken by me last January. It's completely unedited, and there are many aspects 
about this photograph that I love.
The first thing you probably notice is my ten-year-old bichon frise, Buddy, standing waist deep in the snow, looking off into the distance. He's white, like the snow, so he matches the photo in a very fitting way, I think. I love how you can see the wind blowing about his little ears and tail. You can tell by the way Buddy is standing that he really, really wants to go out there and play in the snow with my little brother, but the ferocity of the blizzard is just too intimidating, so he is settling to watch from afar.
The next thing you probably notice is my brother. His name is Luke and he was ten at the time this photo was taken. (He is now eleven.) Despite the fact that it was snowing very, very heavily outside, he couldn't help but go play in the giant snow drifts that were piling up. He couldn't bear to play for more than ten minutes at a time- it was just too cold- but he played as long as he could, bundled up until he was a chubby silhouette amongst the snow.
I love the contrast that the dark green barn and the spindly tree branches make with the otherwise white background. That poor tree was frozen solid. Those bushes as well... they were weighted down with the heavy snow. That poor bush towards the middle is almost completely covered.
The snow actually looks pretty (I hate snow, in case you were wondering) in this picture. It's piled on the porch in pretty drifts. I like the way you can see Buddy's shuffling footprints through my front yard. I like how the snow is falling in clouds against the barn.
Yes, yes, I know this picture isn't a professional's shot by far. I don't even know why I took it. To be honest, I'm not sure why like it as much as I do. It's no artistic photograph. I just like it. It holds memories. It snapped Buddy's wistful longing to play with my brother in an eternal shot. I just... like this.
Do you like snow or are you not a fan, like me?
about this photograph that I love.The first thing you probably notice is my ten-year-old bichon frise, Buddy, standing waist deep in the snow, looking off into the distance. He's white, like the snow, so he matches the photo in a very fitting way, I think. I love how you can see the wind blowing about his little ears and tail. You can tell by the way Buddy is standing that he really, really wants to go out there and play in the snow with my little brother, but the ferocity of the blizzard is just too intimidating, so he is settling to watch from afar.
The next thing you probably notice is my brother. His name is Luke and he was ten at the time this photo was taken. (He is now eleven.) Despite the fact that it was snowing very, very heavily outside, he couldn't help but go play in the giant snow drifts that were piling up. He couldn't bear to play for more than ten minutes at a time- it was just too cold- but he played as long as he could, bundled up until he was a chubby silhouette amongst the snow.
I love the contrast that the dark green barn and the spindly tree branches make with the otherwise white background. That poor tree was frozen solid. Those bushes as well... they were weighted down with the heavy snow. That poor bush towards the middle is almost completely covered.
The snow actually looks pretty (I hate snow, in case you were wondering) in this picture. It's piled on the porch in pretty drifts. I like the way you can see Buddy's shuffling footprints through my front yard. I like how the snow is falling in clouds against the barn.
Yes, yes, I know this picture isn't a professional's shot by far. I don't even know why I took it. To be honest, I'm not sure why like it as much as I do. It's no artistic photograph. I just like it. It holds memories. It snapped Buddy's wistful longing to play with my brother in an eternal shot. I just... like this.
Do you like snow or are you not a fan, like me?
Tags: bichon frise, blizzard, buddy, little brothers, photography, snow, snow storm
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