What quality of snow provokes such an overwhelming desire to be out in it? The impulse to drench oneself in snow feels decadent, sensual and in defiance of one's first instinct to remain warm indoors. Perhaps the sudden appearance of a new, rare (in some climes) substance that one shapes and moulds into weapons, dwellings or impermanent sculptures induces a kind of creative euphoria?
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A photography blog with travel and feature stories by John Matthews, a photographer and flâneur based in London, England.
