Sunday, January 5, 2014

With the first thawing weather

January 5.

Still thaws. This afternoon (as probably yesterday), it being warm and thawing, though fair, the snow is covered with snow-fleas. Especially they are sprinkled like pepper for half a mile in the tracks of a woodchopper in deep snow. These are the first since the snow came.

There is also some blueness now in the snow. The blueness is more distinct after sunset.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 5, 1854

Blueness now in the snow more distinct after sunset. See January 4, 1856 ("I think it is only such a day as this, when the fields on all sides are well clad with snow, over which the sun shines brightly, that you observe the blue shadows on the snow.");  January 9, 1852 ("Apparently the snow absorbs the other rays and reflects the blue. . . .");  January 14, 1852 ("There is no blueness in the ruts and crevices in the snow to-day. What kind of atmosphere does this require? . . . It is one of the most interesting phenomena of the winter."); January 15, 1856 ("My shadow is a most celestial blue. This only requires a clear bright day and snow-clad earth, not great cold."); January 18, 1852  ("Perhaps the snow in the air, as well as on the ground, takes up the white rays and reflects the blue.”); January 19, 1855 ("I never saw the blue in snow so bright as this damp, dark, stormy morning at 7 A. M.”); January 20, 1856 ("I see the blue between the cakes of snow cast out in making a path, in the triangular recesses, though it is pretty cold, but the sky is completely overcast”); January 26, 1852 ("To-day I see . . . a slight blueness in the chinks, it being cloudy and melting.”); February 10, 1855 (“My shadow is blue. It is especially blue when there is a bright sunlight on pure white snow.”); Also see note to January 6, 1856 ("Now, at 4.15, the blue shadows are very distinct on the snow-banks.”)

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