January 17, 2011

A Winter Morning



Winter, with all its difficulties of cold and ice and snow, has unique qualities of beauty unmatched at other times. There is the sheer joy of waking to a warm-colored sunrise and its promise of brilliance.




Among blue snow shadows, the low sun throws a pink light,




and the lace of bare branches appears as a soft red haze.




Henry David Thoreau wrote on January 11th, 1854: "Nature is now gone into her winter palace."

7 comments:

  1. Winter ,where you live ,is a wonder for sure.

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  2. I do love seasons, Susan. When I lived in northern California for three years, I very much missed the sharp differences between them.

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  3. Altoon: you are a poet of words too. And yes, seasons are inspiring and force us to get outside ourselves and recognize larger cycles.

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  4. Trust Thoreau to coin the perfect phrase. Snowing softly here and very beautiful.

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  5. thank you, Julie. I got rid of a lot of words before publishing this.
    Linda, I was reading in Thoreau's journal this morning to find a quote and this one, even though written about a day of hoar frost, seemed perfect.

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  6. Beautiful Altoon, hope you bed faces that view. I love lying in bed, all warm with that soft light bathing the room. There is a certain feel to the room though that tells you it's bloody cold out there, and you might as well stay where you are for a while longer and luxuriate in the light. Today, -22 C.here, think that is about -5 F

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  7. Yes, Liz, the first two images are the view from my bedroom, the third from the back window in pantry and office. Here it went up to around 10 F today, not as cold as up near you, but cold enough.

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