white hyacinths, winter light
One of the pleasures of winter is the pared-backness of things. Cool, northern light; white blooms on a white-shuttered windowsill: these elements have a serenity which I find as appealing as the more colourful complexity of summer.
Wintery side-light often reminds me of the paintings of Vermeer. In his art the subject is, inevitably, lit from the (left) side by pale light slanting through a window. It is the light above all, I think, which gives his paintings their grace and sense of calm, whether the figures in them are making music or simply pouring milk.
But back to those hyacinths…