Have you noticed how weather forecasters know absolutely nothing for certain but provide fear drama fodder for the mind of those with a propensity to be obsessed with what's gonna be happening outside? The word "boondoggle" which I learned from an old Pennsylvania Dutch guy years ago comes to mind. These weather folks are constantly grasping at any information, to keep their job; pick up their paychecks. Maybe they get kick-back from the supermarket Milk, Bread and Junkfood lobbyists.
Even my ranting about this is buying into it....see?
Anyway, it did snow big time a few weeks ago, and upon waking to the out of window beauty of a new snow still blanketing the trees before any breeze came to blow it off, I donned my left over snow boots from that dreadful winter living in NH 11 years ago, grabbed fingerless gloves, a few cameras and headed out. It was a quiet, spectacular hour or so; a walking, wide awake meditation.
I hope you enjoy what I experienced that morning of Dec. 26, 2010.
Photographs © Ellen Giamportone All rights reserved.
2 comments:
The snow scenes remind me of the Robert Frost poem:
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Absolutely LOVE your winter light! MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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