An Autumn Snowstorm…

The weathermen said we would probably miss the storm since we were so close to the coast  and we did miss the worst of it.  So it was exciting to see the flurries as we were driving home Saturday night and it was quite amazing to wake to a couple of inches of snow on Sunday morning.  It was just three weeks ago when we were sailing in unseasonably hot weather.  Mother Nature is playing games with us I think. 

 


 





We were fortunate not to lose power so we could enjoy the whole strangeness of snow in October and still have family and friends over for dinner…

There are so many textures to be found on this snowday walk that I decided to add this to Kat Eye Studio's Exploring with a Camera link-up.



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Valentines…

I have had hearts on my mind and in the viewfinder a lot this month…

…I think it helped me think less about all that snow out there.

Still Here…

Just hibernating during this very snowy winter.  Another foot of snow last night had Mr O and I getting our aerobic exercise as we shoveled out…Still I can’t help but find it beautiful and it was warm enough to enjoy being outside.  Later some ibuprofen and a glass of wine did wonders for sore muscles…

Snow Storm…

There is a reason that so many poems have been written about snow…It is hard to describe so well in any other way…

Snow

Billy Collins

I cannot help noticing how this slow Monk solo

seems to go somehow

with the snow

that is coming down this morning,

*

how the notes and the spaces accompany

its easy falling

on the geometry of the ground,

on the flagstone path,

the slanted roof,

and the angles of the split-rail fence

*

as if he had imagined a winter scene

as he sat at the piano

late one night at the Five Spot

playing “Ruby, My Dear.”

*

Then again, it’s the kind of song

that would go easily with rain

or a tumult of leaves,

*

and for that matter it’s a snow

that could attend

an adagio for strings,

the best of the Ronettes,

or George Thorogood and the Destroyers.

*

It falls so indifferently

into the spacious white parlor of the world,

if I were sitting here reading

*

in silence,

reading the morning paper

pr reading Being and Nothingness,

not even letting the spoon

touch the inside of the cup,

I have a feeling

the snow would even go perfectly with that.

After reading this poem I had to discover Thelonious Monk playing “Ruby, My Dear”.  It is as dreamy as the falling snow…

A New Year's Day Walk Around the Pond...

...and the  first time I felt like taking photos in a long time...Join me...

...the sky looks as grey as the land...

Kaja joins us but hates the camera...

The trail goes over several bridges...

And crosses a dam...

The brook is incredibly loud ...

The beech tree leaves remain golden on the branches...

I find hearts...

Halfway around...

Looking back towards the dam...

Your life is in your own hands...

The north side of the tree...

and back where I started...

My favorite walk doesn't take very long...but it does restore me...

My word for 2010 is Restore...

Snow Remnants...

A Patch of Old Snow
by Robert Frost

There's a patch of old snow in a corner

That I should have guessed

Was a blow-away paper the rain

Had brought to rest.

It is speckled with grime as if

Small print overspread it,

The news of a day I've forgotten-

If I ever read it.

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Rain last night melted most of the remaining snow leaving a few snow remnants...I love how Frost associates these remnants with memories...

Organic...

Seen at a local farm that raises organic beef...

These pictures were taken from the car again...

During a snowstorm...

The snow was sticking to their fur...

It was a beautiful scene...

Blue Evening....

Snow became rain which became fog...it was really too dark to take these pictures but...