I think it’s uniquely beautiful when nature becomes monochrome. It feels still and quiet, bleak but also cozy at the same time. Found this tree while hiking. It’s a full color photo with no edits.
When I lived in Minnesota and winter settled in, the only color to really be found was a incredibly blue sky now and then. The ground was white. The trees were black. The plowed roads were a grey mush. Walking along the sidewalk, the piles of snow that surrounded you on both sides had a striations of white and grey.
Here in Seattle, it’s similar minus the snow. The streets are black, the sky is eternally grey for several months of the year. The clouds hang so low that they feel like being buried under a warm blanket. The morning fog sometimes obscures sight completely, making everything white.
Ok, one non-artsy-fartsy photo just for fun, because this is making me fondly remember walking ten block to class on sidewalks like this.