growing up in black and white

Remember those days as a young child when everything was black and white? You know, yes or no, right or wrong, hot or cold, light or dark…you get the picture. Things were usually one thing or another without much in between. In our youthful innocence, we could find beauty and excitement in everything from banging on pots and pans to moving pebbles from one spot to another. Where getting dirty didn't count, and getting cold certainly didn't matter if you were playing outside all day long. In the winter months, my sister and I would play in the snow until darkness fell and we were soaked through! As long as there were hills to sled down, ponds to skate on, or snowmen to be built, we were content!

This youthful innocence immediately spoke to me in the stunning image below by Cherish Bryck Photography. That little girl below, all puffed up in her layers, is completely fascinated by the pigeon display before her seemingly oblivious to the rest of the world. She reminded me of last winter's visit to my sister where I watched my nephew, stuffed into his own winter layers, zip around on his push bike despite the cold. While I chased him down the sidewalk, shivering in my down coat, he didn't even notice. In fact, he smiled, pausing long enough for me to snap off this picture, before darted away again leaving me trailing behind. How about you? Do you have any special memories of winter?

Holly ~ Soupatraveler

33/365 by cherish bryck photography