Visual quietude is an aspiration for me, given years of trying to distill what it is in a picture that really speaks. The pictures I love the most are very simple, very sparse, with a lot of negative space. The week of snow this year helped me, covering most of the distration initially and letting me then enjoy the absolute bones of any composition.
Moving, too, through the snow was difficult, so I found myself much slowed down physically; mentally visualising alternative compositions so I could plan a route to the viewpoint I’d envisioned, even if that was only 2 metres away.
And I loved the snow, I loved being in the landscape that was so sparse, monochromatic, and so unlike my everyday life. Being entranced with the subject strips away a layer of rational thought and lets gut impressions have their space.
I could not imagine a place I would rather be in that moment.