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Is every snowflake perfect? What about us?

snowflake, snow crystal, real snowflake, photography, macro, winter, snow, Alaska, Marion Owen, Kodiak

The glow from a small porch light defined my coordinates on the globe: A trampled patch of snow, the size of a manhole cover, located between a sliding glass door and an outhouse ‘privacy’ tent. Inside the tent, my camera equipment sat perched on milk crates, shielded from the falling snow.

It was 12 degrees in Anchorage, Alaska. I was staying at a friend’s house, though the 2 AM hour found me not in bed, but standing outside on their back deck. If a neighbor happened to be up at that hour, perhaps to pee, and looked across the yard, the scene might have appeared like a silent film: A short person, dressed in baggy pants and a down jacket with pajama tops poking up through the collar, shuffling in tight circles while holding a card at arm’s length. A narrow, white beam from a headlamp, darted around the card’s surface like a tiny stage light.

What the neighbor wouldn’t have been able to see was the snowflake ballet I was witnessing in the light of my headlamp, as hundreds of tiny white snow crystals sifted down like tiny parachutes. As each one touched down on the black foam core, their 20-minute journey to earth was complete.

I have a fascination–nay, a love affair–with snowflakes. Some of my earliest blog posts, such as Are Snowflakes Alive? share my profound joy of tracking down beautiful crystals and photographing them. It’s a thrill, like reaching the top of Everest, when a snowflake’s crystalline structure comes into sharp focus.

This night though, I was deeply frustrated. For three days, my efforts to photograph these sky crystals had been hampered by high humidity in the atmosphere that encased each snowflake in an armor of rime.

On this early morning, I scanned the black card for the perfect flake. Finding a potential candidate, I carried the card into the tent, scooped up the snowflake with a narrow paintbrush, and placed it on the microscope slide. Holding my breathe in anticipation (and saving the snowflake from a death-blast of warm breath) I brought the crystal into focus. Here’s what I saw:

snowflake, snow crystal, real snowflake, photography, macro, winter, snow, Alaska, Marion Owen, Kodiak
“Darn,” I thought, feeling crushed. “Another bad one. I might as well go back to bed.”

Just then, a special clarity came over me and a thought filled my consciousness. “Do you still love me?”
It came to me clear as a bell. I don’t really know how to describe it, except that the words sounded bold, as if someone had shouted in my ear.

Transfixed, I stared at the snowflake through the view screen on the back of the camera, the question, “Do you still love me?” still ringing in my head.
It’s hard to describe what happened next, except that I felt full, connected, non-judgmental and filled with love. My whole attitude shifted and for the next couple hours I danced about, childlike, capturing and photographing dozens of “imperfectly-perfect” snowflakes. It was pure joy, like discovering new friends.
Here are the very snowflakes I discovered that night:

snowflake, snow crystal, real snowflake, photography, macro, winter, snow, Alaska, Marion Owen, Kodiak
snowflake, snow crystal, real snowflake, photography, macro, winter, snow, Alaska, Marion Owen, Kodiak
snowflake, snow crystal, real snowflake, photography, macro, winter, snow, Alaska, Marion Owen, Kodiak
snowflake, snow crystal, real snowflake, photography, macro, winter, snow, Alaska, Marion Owen, Kodiak, B&W
snowflake, snow crystal, real snowflake, photography, macro, winter, snow, Alaska, Marion Owen, Kodiak
snowflake, snow crystal, real snowflake, photography, macro, winter, snow, Alaska, Marion Owen, Kodiak, black and white
snowflake, snow crystal, real snowflake, photography, macro, winter, snow, Alaska, Marion Owen, Kodiak, rime

That night, oblivious to the coldness soaking into my feet and bare hands, I learned something about myself. For one thing, the question, ‘Do you still love me’ might well have been, “It doesn’t have to be perfect, you know.” (I think I’ll come back to that one in another post).
I also realized that we are all broken or blemished in some way. We carry baggage in the form of habits, desires, and indifference–tendencies that hold us back from knowing who we really are. That’s why we’re here on this little red schoolhouse called ‘earth.’ To learn, to grow, to improve our lot.
And you know what’s cool about the journey? You never know when or where your answers and inspirations will come from. A billboard, a comment from a friend, a newspaper article, or a snowflake.
Exciting, isn’t it?
Cheers and blessings,

Relevant links you might enjoy:
Striving for Excellence vs. Perfection, by Victor Cheng

11 Comments

  • The Count Gustaf
    January 8, 2018 at 5:22 PM

    Love this

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  • Daryle in VT
    March 8, 2017 at 1:15 PM

    Hi Marion,
    So you hear the voice as well! There is nothing quite like perfect imperfection.
    Daryle

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    • marionowen
      March 8, 2017 at 5:58 PM

      The little voice of intuition! We all have that 6th sense ability, we just need to develop it.

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  • Diana Thompson
    March 8, 2017 at 8:27 AM

    Hi Marion,
    Wow, thank you so much for sharing your divine moment with us. When I saw your photos of the “imperfect” snowflakes I thought of the various out-of-balance moods and physical ups and downs I experience every day. The “imperfect” states of myself, all perfect.
    much love,
    Diana

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    • marionowen
      March 8, 2017 at 6:00 PM

      Oh, Diana, I’m sure you’ve experienced many divine moments with all your intuitive work with horses. It’s all perfect. Love and blessings to you, Marion

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  • Helen Williams
    March 8, 2017 at 5:24 AM

    Marion, Thank you for another beautiful, thought-provoking post.
    Helen

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    • marionowen
      March 8, 2017 at 6:01 PM

      You’re most and entirely welcome, Helen. Some postings take longer to craft than others for sure. Cheers and blessings to you!

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  • Linda O. Webb
    March 8, 2017 at 5:22 AM

    O Marion, I almost cried at the appearance of some of the snowflakes. That 20 minute journey was very traumatic for some of them and left them so scarred . You could almost hear their wounded cry. But it took you singling them out to show this mystery. You are right about where the answers come from and this time it took you and your magic and curiosity to share it. Thank you so very much, what you do means so very much and the people who are close to you are so very blessed.

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    • marionowen
      March 8, 2017 at 6:24 PM

      Thank you, Linda. I’m humbled in a joyful, appreciative way.

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  • Velda
    March 7, 2017 at 8:40 PM

    That is absolutely amazing! I had the thought that some things that appear perfect, don’t seem quite real. What beautiful images you captured. Thanks for sharing. Velda
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    • marionowen
      March 8, 2017 at 6:02 PM

      Hi Velda… I think we all ask, at one time or another in our lives, “What is real?” The only answer that feels right to me? Love.

      Reply

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