Part of the reason I moved to Arizona is for winter. I spent the first 25 years of my life in Wisconsin. As a child I loved winter but as I got older I grew to strongly dislike winter. I didn’t like being cold. I didn’t like ice or black ice. I liked the first snow but anything after that? Over it. I would take a real feel of 41 degrees over -28 any day.
I still think snow is pretty, I just don’t want to live in it. Unless I don’t have to leave the house and can curl up in front of a fireplace for three to four months (which doesn’t happen because of that pesky job/earning money issue).
When people think Arizona, they think Phoenix. Phoenix doesn’t get snow, usually. I have known it to snow three times in the almost 11 years I have lived here (11 years? OMG). Once it was falling as snow but melted as soon as it hit the ground. The second time I was on my way to California but don’t believe it stuck around. The last time was New Years Eve 2015. I remember because it didn’t snow where I live but on January 1, 2015, I was driving to my running group and could see the snow covered mountains, which isn’t a usual site within city limits.
What do us big city folk do when we want to see snow? We drive to Sedona. Or Flagstaff or any number of cities in Arizona that do get snow. A few years ago, before I decided to really get back into photography, my boyfriend and I went up to Sedona/Flagstaff. I saw the slide rock area for the first time. I saw the red rocks covered with snow. I saw cute cabins in the woods and dreamed of a winter get-a-way. Also, I thought about how pretty it would be to get married with the snowy forest as a backdrop.
I was able to see pretty snow and then come home and enjoy life without snow. I am itching to go back and photograph snow. I have not yet made plans to get back out there but wanted to share a few photos from my previous trip. These were taken with my Canon Powershot, not my Canon 60D. (As you can see, I’ve always loved my Canons lol).
