Soak up the silence
When the last noise has left the mountain to give way to a muffled silence
Snowstorm in Chartreuse
Some days, being outside is not the place to be. Finding the path in a snowstorm becomes difficult. Every landmark disappears in a white vastness. Wind, cold, snow make things even more complex.
Properly installed, winter showed its vigour. Thick flakes of snow were falling. Cold was biting. Noises faded and the silence was.
Chartreuse as we like it
Some like it green, others yellow. Personnaly I like it all white. Especially since it has no limits.
There is no one to meet into the winter desert of the Vercors. It has been a long time since summer when it was possible to bump into animals of any kind. Not only alpine ibex, but also human beings.
Preserved from snow
A delicate snow fell during the night. It covered almost everything. Into the forests, few plots, like this one, stayed preserved.
Getting lost into the silence
Escaping the sound of civilization is sometimes necessary. Then, it should be known how to get lost into the silence of a snowy forest of Chartreuse.
Softness without contrast
I like snow very much because it reduces contrasts. The most contrasted landscapes become the softest ones.
Like animals leave a permanent footprint in the snow, wind does not go unnoticed. Here, it blowed hard. And icy. Stamping its own imprint.
Heavy spring snowfall
Against all odds, winter was not over. Snow sarted falling even though it was spring. The fresh new green gave way to white, again.
Frost had settled the forests. The bitter cold contrasted with the grace and the softness of the curves.
Yin and Yang
In October, cold settled the mountains. Precipitation turned then into snow till low elevation. Relief helping, the limit between rain and snow draw kind of a Yin-Yang into a vaporous atmosphere.
Into the frog
Lost in the frog, the snow, the wind, this pine grove, among many, seem to wait for better days. Days when colours will get back and softness be appreciated and wind die.
The fresh snowfall highlighted the graceful curves of this ridge. One could believe it is a charcoal drawing.
Snowflake after snowflake, colours were leaving the landscape giving way to grey and its shades.
Between automn and winter
Last witnesses of the automn, trees kept only few leaves. Before long, they would have fallen, giving way to a white and grey landscape.
As if it was drawn
I like snow because it brings so much softness to the landscapes. Contrasts are erased and the atmosphere looks a lot like a pencil drawing.