Today is March and usually these days the temperature is somewhere around zero degrees at night. In the afternoon, there is usually already a small plus. The bright spring sun, drops from the rooftops and the chirping of birds - everything indicates that summer will soon be.
But this is not the case this year. Snow still lies everywhere in large quantities and the frost is such that not every winter is similar.
Therefore, I continue to write about the Russian winter. Russian winter is frost, snow, blizzard. But there are also clear days when the cold winter sun adorns the white world.
On one of these clear days, I left home and went on business. The morning was very frosty. The temperature sensor in the car showed a mark of minus 30 degrees.
The first few minutes it was very cold in the car. I didn’t take off my gloves. After some time of engine operation, warm air began to flow into the car interior.
When the car warmed up and I took off my gloves and hat, I really didn’t want to leave the car. I had no intention of leaving the salon. But I was passing by a place that was so spectacular in its winter decoration that I had to get out of the car.
It was a small birch grove. Frost formed on the trees from the severe frost. It was very beautiful and I had no way to pass by.
I got out of the car and walked off the road straight into the snow. The snowdrifts were so big that I fell through to my waist. The snow was dry and light.
I made my way through the snow as if through sand. In the end, I ended up near those birches that so inspired me. To work with the camera, I had to take off one glove. Hands immediately felt the cold.
While I was photographing, it seemed to me that the cold did not affect me. But when I finished, I realized that my hands almost did not obey me.
Returning to the car, I began to rub my hands to warm them up faster.
But I was very glad that I met such beauty in front of me.
I share with you!
