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There is a bavarian folk singer group that sings with kids for kids, and one of their songs starts with a conversation:

„What’s your favourite season?“
      „springtime, summer, … fall … winter“

„But that’s all seasons!“

      „Yes – what’s wrong with this?“

For a photographer’s eyes this seems to be the right attitude: In every season there is something to find, not always big spectacular things, but very often tiny gems. With snow however, it’s a bit special now: My mother-in-law was an active skier, and she still tells about downhill routes that are barely visible now: Trees have taken there place, as for decades now the winters have become shorter here and snow has become less.

I admit being a „warmist“, and so I try to savour the snow even more, knowing that those fairy-tale like winters I had as a child are past and gone. But that is only the least disagreable consequence of global warming.