Week 8: Nature

There are many things I love about Vermont, but do you know what sits at the top of that list? SEASONS.

When I moved to Vermont it was July and I was coming from the southwestern corner of Georgia (also known as the Deep South). Basically, it was 100 degrees with 97% humidity and the only winter I had ever experienced had a low of 44. I was PUMPED for the big move.

I arrived to these lush green hills and wild flowers, children were running and playing outside, and people had their windows open. I know that last one sounds weird, but windows are sealed shut in Georgia so this was huge. Also, there was no air conditioning anywhere (WHAT?!). I came prepared to experience Winter, knowing how different it would be compared to home, but I was blown away by everything the other seasons had to offer.


EVERYTHING is green. At least 20 times a summer I find myself getting really excited and saying, “Look at all these green mountains!” Then I remember it is actually called the Green Mountain State and I have to look around and make sure no one heard me. Also, ponds, rivers and lakes stay cold year around, but on the upside, you don’t have to worry about snakes or alligators. Who knew swimming could be so carefree?!


It’s crisp and golden, and all of those mountains start to look like they’re on fire. It’s also a lot colder than it looks. Halloween is a ton of superheroes and tiny witches running from door to door in big coats. Apples and flannel are everywhere and cider donuts become breakfast.


Maybe you’ve had coats or boots before, but in Vermont you have winter coats and winter boots. Oh, and also winter socks. Your car has to get special tires and sometimes it still decides it’s too cold and will refuse to crank. It starts getting dark early in the day and everything gets really quiet. It’s either howling wind or nothing at all. All that being said, nothing beats a snow day. It is magical and serene and turns whatever place you’re living into a literal snow globe.


First off, it is totally underrated. Second, it is more of an experience than a season. It happens just as fast as Fall, but one day you’re looking at sticks and leftover snow, and the next thing you know these tiny little green buds start to pop up everywhere. It’s still really cold, but you start having visions of being outdoors without layers. The maple syrup will begin to pour and everyone that was hibernating starts slowly coming outdoors again. It will look like your town grew three sizes in population and all of the quietness of winter will start to finally give way to the noises of people, plants and animals coming to life.

Next Week on the 52 Week Photography Project: Textures