Snow Bird

I grew up on fairy tales, but I was always most drawn to the Russian ones; stories that took place in the dark solitude of winter, deep in the woods with nothing but the sound of soft, falling snow to keep the characters company.

Morgan and I had made a pact to shoot in the middle of a snow storm, or at least snow. This year that happened to be a pretty easy task. We had our first chance within a week after talking. When she arrived wearing a headdress of roses that very closely resembled a Romanov-era crown, I realized we had inadvertently stepped into the mythical world of Pushkin, magical squirrels and father frost.

I really did expect that, at any moment, Morgan would turn into a bird and fly away, leaving me to wonder what exactly had happened that morning. She didn’t, but I was glad I had a camera… just in case.

*****Kayt

Credits:

  • Date: Friday, January 30, 2015
  • Location: Purgatory Chasm- Sutton, MA
  • Photography: Kayt Silvers
  • Model/hair/headdress/makeup: Morgan Berard

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