Undergarments hold a certain fascination, don't they? Covering the remaining layer of nakedness provokes a curiosity in the beholder. What lies beneath the thin cloak?
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| Alone with the snow |
I shivered. Soft crystals floated from the sky onto my hat and shoulders. The stillness was complete. When the
Things I get to do today includes cross country skiing, the visual pleasures of the quiet, mossy forest are beyond most words.
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| A beauty in her underwear |
I've been fantasizing about the firs in their thin, slip-like dresses for nearly a month. Cold and clothed. Wooly but flimsy. Gray trunks and moss-draped branches. The lovely undergarments, draped over the tall slender bodies, floated lightly in tints of green tea. Nature plays the alluring game, and I'm hooked. Naked would not be nearly so stunning.
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| Wooly not warm |
Nice photos, Andrea!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bruce. I know you love the snow as well. Just enjoying it here on as many levels as possible for all of us.
DeleteLucky you....I miss playing in the Snow! Julie
ReplyDeleteLucky me, indeed. Bud and I will be heading up again this Thursday. Start thinking about when you will settle in the NW with us and go play to make your heart sing again.
DeleteIt's always nice to get out in nature. Snow is magical.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right. But what is the magic? I wondered about it last time I was out. And that "wondering about magic" will be my focus for my next day of bliss in the woods. Thanks for the encouragement.
Deleteoh my, oh my! what beautiful pictures, Andrea! you have caught the variety of color in needled trees, thanks to snow and light and time of day. yes, it is lovely to go where snow is fresh, clean, white still; the air feels truly crisp, breath becomes visible, not just a Zen-concept of being mindful; the colors of all we see -- trees, bushes, shadows on the snow -- all, all are muted and so very very lovely. when i go to snow now after all these years of living in New England where winter lasts forever and snow soon becomes an impediment, not a source of beauty and exercise, when i remember recently seeing the Three Sisters, snowy and lovely in the distance, as i drove from Rt. 26 (i think that's correct Rt. number) on my way to see my mom in Springfield, but in the foreground, i was driving through a truly unlovely section of the greater Eugene area, industrial, gritty, mall-gripped (feel free to use that expression when it suits!),i know why those who love four seasons, love four seasons and why those of us who live with snow easily from November through March, sometime in to April, wonder "Four Seasons? isn't that a piece by an Italian composer whose name ends in I?" -- we four-seasoners, or at least this four-seasoner prefer the music to the "pretend" four seasons that New England has. no no no, we have no spring, only endless winter, even when we don't have much of a winter.
ReplyDeletethe first year i lived in Boston, on May 10, 1977, it snowed. not a skiff of snow, not a lovely powder-sugar coating of snow, not just a bit of snow that crocus and lily of the valley could peep through, but snow, inches of snow, 12-13 inches of snow, snow that stayed way longer than it should have. would i enjoy snow more now if i had a different winter sport than the Celtics? maybe. would i enjoy winter and snow more if i had learned to cross-country ski? likely. if i were skiing with Andrea? very likely.
but it is not yet May 10, so i know that no matter what, it can still snow here. i know that the crocus that are now riotiously clothing my backyard in dark purple, and pale purple, and veined purple with an occasional yellow crocus, can yet be withered by that gorgeous snow, that icy hand. and then all i can do? is make snow angels.
ski, friend, cross-country and downhill, and share your gorgeous photos with me and delight me with your evocative prose. you could almost make me enjoy winter...again!
And bless you, dahling, for describing life from the eastern shore. Other than the date, here in the West, we are also unsure of Spring. If we haven't seen more by the middle of June, I'll let you know.
ReplyDeleteWe have had no measurable snow this year at all. :(
ReplyDeleteWhere is it you live? Need your mailing address. I'll send you some snow from our own Mt. Hood where these pictures were taken. Still hoping for that snow day from school, aren't you?
DeleteThe description of the tree is wonderful! And the photos make me long for the quietness of the snow. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kat. Just close your eyes and breathe in the cold air and you'll be there. Totally quiet. Still.
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