I was reminded again today to slow down… not by a person, but by nature herself. An “ice event” they call these storms, causing headaches for commuters who have to drive or walk to work. I’m one of those walkers most every day with a mile long walk to work and then back home again; a slower mode of transportation that allows me valuable creative time. I often think of photographic opportunities, or new subject matter during these walks. One of those musings reminded me to visit a site along the Crum Creek I photographed last year in February. So I ventured out last Sunday into the first sun we’ve had in what seems like a month. Lots of kids and their families were enjoying some sledding on the hill of the Holly Collection slope. But I kept my distance taking the less traveled route along the shore of the creek, sharing some footsteps with cross-country skiers from earlier in the day. Snow covered canes of invasive-exotic weeds that line the creek in the sunnier locations gave me less than sure footing as I plunged hip deep into the snow… the joyous cry of happily airborne sledders in the distance. But this solitude and slow snowy walk allowed me time to watch, to watch the light, to watch the patterns, and to sense the beauty of the day. Time didn’t matter and for a moment I was drawn back to the sand dunes of Death Valley. Yes, sand dunes of one of the hottest places in North America on a snowy January day. The mounds of snow along the creek and the play of light over them from the forest of beech, maple and hemlock reminded me of lessons learned from watching the light in the desert.