Many years ago, in Stockholm, a snowflake drifted gently down onto my glove. I noticed, to my surprise, that it was a tiny, exquisite, perfectly symmetrical 6-sided crystal. I was awed beyond words.
The memory of their beauty lingered in my mind over the years although I did not see them again. In Rovaniemi, Santa Claus’s hometown, the magic happened again. We were walking to grab dinner. It was quiet. Dusk was setting. The sky had an eerie reddish-brown glow. 5 minutes later, perfect little snowflakes started to tumble down on us.
Capturing the Snowflakes
I stood transfixed for ages, under the glimmer of street lamp posts, catching snowflake after snowflake, studying the sparkling delicate wonders. Each ice crystal was different in shape but every one was breathtaking. It was too dark for my iPhone to take any good shots so I’ll only post these two.
The next day, it was no longer snowing. I was curious to see if any of the snowflakes had managed to survive the night intact. Some did. Most didn’t. Clusters of partially broken ones clung to branches and piled on flat surfaces, like puzzle pieces stacked haphazardly together. However, they were all still astonishingly beautiful in their fragility.
(All photos were taken with an iPhone 5s, with the aid of an Olloclip lens.)
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