The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes, but in having new eyes. MARCEL PROUST

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. WILLIAM BLAKE

Wanderer, there is no way; the way is made by walking. ANTONIO MACHADO

Monday, 21 January 2013

Snow

The first snowfall came a week ago. The snow cleared, then fell again on Friday, and another couple of inches fell last night.

Photo taken just now from outside our back door.

4 comments:

Gail said...

Oh how I love Winter snow pictures - we are expecting snow tonight and then again on Friday. I can smell snow in the air :-)
Love Gail
peace.....

Susan Scheid said...

I was just writing to Friko's, in response to her report, that my enjoyment of a snowscape changed a bit after last year's early snowstorm that put the power out for five days. Beauty it has, and I actually took pictures of our first proper one this year (in the Winter Dreams post). The Dickinson poem I included in the post is interesting, contemplating, as it seems to, both the beauty of snow and its terrors.

Ruth said...

Snow changes everything.

For the better, I think. Generally.

:)

The Solitary Walker said...

Thanks for visiting Gail, Susan and Ruth. I LOVE snow. It simplifies, it purifies, it transforms. It's just brilliant.