Hundred Years Winter

I’m feeling slightly conflicted about how to go about writing this post. On the one hand, there’s my whole obsession with the White Witch to talk about- I had a small addiction to the BBC version of The Lion, the Witch and The Wardrobe as a child.  On the other hand, there’s the work that went into making this photo- an entire year of iterations, planning, amazing teamwork, and a hefty dose of luck (head over to The Exalted Tailor blog to see the making of the epic dress). On the other other hand. I HATE snow right now. I hate winter. I hate cold, I hate ice, and I don’t want to subject anyone to anymore of it.

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Except I don’t hate snow. I look at these photos and I remember I don’t. It’s magic. Winter is shiny, bright and sparkly. But, like all good things, it’s difficult. I think. Maybe if I didn’t have to keep shoveling my car out from its city parking space, I would remember that. This year, winter’s magic is buried deep, very deep, under many tons of snow.

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There’s a funny thing about all this. The day before this shoot there was no snow on the ground. And it wasn’t all that long ago. I remember the panic. We had one day to shoot this. No backup date- Tricia aka The Exalted Tailor was in town with her custom dress for one weekend only, so it had to happen. I’d planned for the worse, shooting on a frozen lake embellished with ten pounds of Spanish moss that had arrived on my doorstep a few days prior. Then it snowed. It snowed just enough to coat the trees with snow and crystalline ice. I smiled when I saw it all glinting in morning sun as Molly braided Tricia’s hair.

Hundred Years WinterTJ and I hung the Spanish moss from the more typical New England landscape of snow-covered trees. Molly helped Tricia into her dress, and we were good to go. We shot for hours, forgetting our cold fingers and toes. We’d conquered winter.

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That was Sunday. By Wednesday morning it had snowed another three feet of snow. By the following Tuesday, another foot and a half of snow had fallen with temperatures barely reaching 20 degrees on any given day. A week later, another 18 inches, bringing us to today, which saw another 15 or so with no thaw in sight. TJ and I have cancelled all our outdoor photoshoots for the next month, and even the more mundane of life’s activities seem to be cancelled every other day.

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C.S. Lewis’s White Witch cursed Narnia with an endless winter. I’ve started to wonder what we’ve unleashed.

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Maybe it’s time to put out a casting call for a lion.

***** Kayt

Credits:

  • Date: Sunday, January 25, 2015
  • Location: Houghton Garden, Newton, MA
  • Photography: Kayt and TJ
  • Model/wardrobe: Tricia Augustine (The Exalted Tailor)
  • Hair/Makeup: Molly Leahy

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