Love the lightness of snow falling on the green landscape. Lovely mood!!!
I love the color in these last few photos!
i needed that quote thank you trees look magical here
Magnificent image, Aweomse composition...Thomas
I needed that quote too - my sleepless nights are talking a toll on me. gorgeous shot
Great shot, like always.What a perfect quote that is. We do spend so much time worrying about what is going to happen, and it does not dilute it down at all, does it.Jen
Too true. Yikes..that blowing snow looks awfully familiar.
such a powerful quote.I love, love this image.
Yes - enjoy the beauty of the snow and don't think about how deep it may (or may not) be in the morning!
Mary, this is love. : )
I needed that quote, Mary...and the road that will take me into tomorrow!
It's a wonderful scene... I love the slight curve in the path... gorgeous!
I just love it. And the phrase o Cronin is perfect.
The wind is blownwith snow embeddedthrough the tangledwinter birch,over the roadinto the shadowsof day's endwhere it rests and waitsfor the morning callto rise and blow again.
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Love the lightness of snow falling on the green landscape. Lovely mood!!!
I love the color in these last few photos!
i needed that quote thank you
trees look magical here
Magnificent image, Aweomse composition...Thomas
I needed that quote too - my sleepless nights are talking a toll on me. gorgeous shot
Great shot, like always.
What a perfect quote that is. We do spend so much time worrying about what is going to happen, and it does not dilute it down at all, does it.
Jen
Too true.
Yikes..that blowing snow looks awfully familiar.
such a powerful quote.
I love, love this image.
Yes - enjoy the beauty of the snow and don't think about how deep it may (or may not) be in the morning!
Mary, this is love. : )
I needed that quote, Mary...and the road that will take me into tomorrow!
It's a wonderful scene... I love the slight curve in the path... gorgeous!
I just love it. And the phrase o Cronin is perfect.
The wind is blown
with snow embedded
through the tangled
winter birch,
over the road
into the shadows
of day's end
where it rests and waits
for the morning call
to rise and blow again.
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