These pictures were taken at the South Kent School in South Kent, CT.
South Kent, CT
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Immerse
Walking on the path,
Immersed in the retreat
Of winter, hopeful
My daughter, survveying the winter wonderland.
The Day After… (B & W)
“From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That’s all
There was to it.”-Mark Strand
“The blizzard doesn’t last forever; it just seems so.”-Ray Bradbury
In most of the snowstorms that we get you always have an accumulation of snow on the branches. With this storm, no such evidence exists. The winds last night were crazy!!! Anyway, I took a couple of B & W photos of my backyard this morning after about 15 or so inches of snow.
A Wish For Spring to Arrive!
“Cold and silence. Nothing quieter than snow. The sky screams to deliver it, a hundred banshees flying on the edge of the blizzard. But once the snow covers the ground, it hushes as still as my heart.” -Laurie Halse Anderson
“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.”— George R.R. Martin
Sitting in my house watching the snow fall makes me wish for winters quick exit and an even quicker arrival of spring. At the time of this posting we are one foot into possibly two feet of snow!
The Road Taken
The Crow
The crow on the branch, a sidewards glance,
Each winters morning, a hypnotic trance.
With a backdrop of grey, wind whipping each tree,
Each furtive glimpse, tranquility….
A Warm Sunrise
“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”
A Warm February Day
“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
My Hideout-The Trail
When I walk into the woods,
I feel the comforting embrace of the trail,
Each step wrapping me tighter in the cloak of its essence,
Like a mother swaddling a newborn,
The cloak reaffirms the journey,
Drowning each sorrow with the promise of tomorrow,
The trail my refuge, my hideout,
The woods calling out, offering nothing but safe passage,
Thoughts of the empty miles ahead, filled with the scent of Spring,
Trees swaying in a calming cadence that help me navigate
Each winding trail as if it were my own,
The woods, my refuge, my hideout.
Transition to Spring
Cold winter nights, fresh snow softly falling,
Thoughts of warmer days with a pack on my back,
Moving silently through the woods, boots kicking up dirt.
Newly released from winters grasp, each step a promise,
A promise of longer days and peaceful nights that bring
The mesmerizing rush of spring streams and the crack of dead
Winter limbs. As the woods open their arms and embrace each soul
As its own, we long for the simple touch of springs sweet caress.
The Zen Hiker 