“A small bird twitters on a leafless spray,
Across the snow-waste breaks a gleam of gold:
What token can I give my friend to-day
But February blossoms, pure and cold?
Frail gifts from Nature’s half-reluctant hand…
I see the signs of spring about the land…
These chill snowdrops, fresh from wintry bowers,
Are the forerunners of a world of flowers.”
~ Sarah Doudney
I took this image on Monday. It was a beautiful sunny day and I couldn’t resist getting out for a walk. Afterwards I returned to the car and drove to this secret little spot that I had discovered in previous springs to sometimes be the source of beautiful snowdrops. Don’t ask me why some years there are more than others but this time, as you can see, there was a thick carpet of them.
I spent a while taking images for my 365 Project but then decided it was time to try some self portraits. I got the shot all set up, double checked there was no one around and whipped off my clothes. For a few moments laying this one the ground I could actually feel a bit of warmth from the sun but when I sat up to change position the wind that was tearing across the field cut into my core. As a result I only managed 3 images before I was literally shivering and had to dive back into my kit.
This was the first of the three images and definitely the one I like the best. I think you can tell from my nipple just how damn cold it was, and I like that you can just see my belly button piercing and the marks from the stitching on my scar that runs around the left side of my tummy. Oh and for those who are worried about the snowdrops I actually made sure that I laid down where there were gaps in the flowers. If you know Snowdrops you will know they grow in little clusters.