«In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer» -Albert Camus, French Algerian writer & philosopher (1913-1960)
I’m spending some great time in my hometown, home of a Winter Carnival (mostly spend outside) and I forgot how cold it can be. The mighty frigid wind scratching our cheeks when we walk. The srcchhh sccrhhh noise when we walk again. Your tights burning from the cold air and turning red. Ahhh Winter ! It makes us appreciate the other season. Plus the whiteness of it is beautiful.
What else to illustrate this quote then Malevich (Carré blanc sur fond blanc, 1918)