I am not one for venturing out in the snow but yesterday along with my photography buddy, I went to my favorite woods.It was a bit hairy getting there but once inside the woods, there was not a footprint anywhere. The snow was deep, the trees looked beautiful and the birds sung.
As we started to settle into the photography, I could really feel the spirit of the place and having never been there in the snow, there was a different perspective on all our favorite stumps, logs and water. The snow cleanses everything and yet underneath this blanket of white, masses of bluebells are waiting to bloom, not really caring if it snows or is cold, just making the most of their moment.
I would like to share a photo with you and also a few lines from a poem that I was reminded of:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost.