Sunday, January 22, 2012

Pillow Land

Waking in the night, light coming in the transom glowed pink - a good indication that snow was falling. Waiting for sleep, I listened to wind rattle the metal wreath at the front door and shush as it passed through tree branches. In the  morning, wind still sifted and twirled through the foot of new snow. The forest was transformed: snow blasted tree trunks and evergreen boughs were flocked white. Hushed as the surroundings, our touring skis made a soft pillowy sound as they fluffed and glided through winter's dreamscape.

A spot of bright color leads the way.

Observing and writing during January for

13 comments:

  1. Nice, it got up to 70F today. Dry and dusty.

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  2. You are an inspiration!! Great stone and photo... who has such a nice red coat?

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  3. These are places I sometimes vacation. What a joy to live there!

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  4. Wow.. talk about a winter wonderland. Beautiful!

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  5. I really like it when the snow piles up like that on the trees. Enjoy your langlauf activities.

    Greetings,
    Filip

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  6. Your words stir my imagination, Barb, - winter at its most beautiful.

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  7. I just realized what a bad idea a white parka would be.

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  8. You're gliding through winter wonderland, and capturing it perfectly, in photo and words!

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  9. I love to read about your life (and see the pictures) even though it is not a life I would want for myself, because I can't stand the cold. Yet, your engagement with the natural world is inspiring, and by sharing it here you allow me to experience it in imagination and comfort!

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