first snow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer there–the sodden gray yard, the dog droppings, the tire tracks in the frozen mud, the broken lawn chair you forgot to take in last fall. All this has disappeared overnight, and what you look out on is not the snow of Narnia but the snow of home, which is no less shimmering and white as it falls. The earth is covered with it, and it is falling still in silence so deep that you can hear its silence. It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat faster when it catches you by surprise that way, before your defenses are up. It is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you ever knew or dreamed.”

 

Frederick Buechner

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

snowstorm casualties

 

 

 

 

 

 

the polar vortex

 

 

stopped by for a visit
seems an appropriate end
to the month of January

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

cloudland road

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

after a heavy snowstorm

 

 

 “There is a saying about seeing: Only a few people can see but most people don’t even look. And that says a lot to me. You can only see if you have something in your mind to bring to the picture. The camera is just the least important adjunct to your ideas. Your observations are important because they’re you. The camera is just a gadget you can carry on in your hand or around your neck or on a tripod.”

~  fred herzog

morning stroll

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 cloudy with a chance of flurries
in downtown Woodstock, Vermont

 

(a collection of digital and analog images)