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Forest in winter, Henry David Thoreau, Nature, Quotes, Snow, Trees, Woods
We sleep, and at length awake to the still reality of a winter morning. The snow lies warm as cotton or down upon the window-sill; the broadened sash and frosted panes admit a dim and private light, which enhances the snug cheer within. The stillness of the morning is impressive… From the eaves and fences hang stalactites of snow, and in the yard stand stalagmites covering some concealed core. The trees and shrubs rear white arms to the sky on every side; and where were walls and fences we see fantastic forms stretching in the frolic gambols across the dusky landscape, as if nature had strewn her fresh designs over the fields by night as models for man’s art.
Henry David Thoreau (1817 – 1862)
how heavenly … maybe it is those glorious words, or the ethereal quality of the photo, which could be of an angel’s wing … beautiful jude
Thanks Christine; I’ve recently discovered many of Henry David Thoreau’s quotes that touch me. I have a few saved up for future posts.
Those are beautiful words to remember as we watch the next snow storm develop and entrap us once again.
I only wish I could write as eloquently as Thoreau!
OMG, your story made me ROFL
Do not be ashamed of your apparent dumbness. I read the tale to the end, wondering what the f***k might be wrong with this elevator!!!
I’m going back to that airport next week – and this time I’ll be prepared!
I love your winter photo.
Thank you CG – a compliment from you is most valued.
That looks really beautiful.
Thank you. I loved the pattern the snow made on the track.