Thursday, January 19, 2012
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost:
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.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Now with a light coating of snow, and extremely cold temperatures it gives the whole scene a totally different look. Long daggers of ice hang from the stone ceiling and the sides under the bridge.
As you look through to the other side a lovely hanging tree branch covered in snow greets you as you go by. The quiet crunch of icy snow under your feet as you walk on the wooden path is the only sound to be heard!
Ahh the joys of winter!
I happened to catch sight of this yesterday, and just loved the lights, lines, and angles. To me it's a work of art, and fun one at that. Enjoy!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Actually I had intended to do some cross country skiing, but I couldn't find my ski boots!
I went ahead and made my way to a local area that is great for sledding, down hill skiing, and cross country. I didn't get the chance to do any of that of course, but I did get a few nice images!
I saw this gnarly old tree and right away went wild for it and had to get some shots. Sometimes these gnarly old trees can be the best of all, especially with a beautiful blue sky behind it! Enjoy!