So, we were again visited by the snow-meister last weekend.
It was one of those snow falls that clings to the trees and turns the world into a setting for a medieval fantasy novel. You know, when you walk through the woods and expect to see a beautiful & powerful sorceress gliding towards you ever so silently. Her long dark hair flows ever so perfectly down her back. Her green eyes hold the glint of mystery & magic. She reaches her hand towards you and hands you a single red berry. Then holds you in her knowing gaze as she flaps her long dark cape and transforms into a falcon. As she flies towards beyond the tree tops you can't help but wonder how that cape keeps her warm. & why doesn't she wear gloves? She'll be sorry in her forties when the arthritis starts to set in. & how does her hair stay so perfect with all that transforming back and forth and what not. &..... well, maybe this is just what i think of.
Anyway, i was finally able to get those photos of snow clinging to the trees. I have missed my opportunities this winter up until this past weekend. And now... springtime may arrive.
It was one of those snow falls that clings to the trees and turns the world into a setting for a medieval fantasy novel. You know, when you walk through the woods and expect to see a beautiful & powerful sorceress gliding towards you ever so silently. Her long dark hair flows ever so perfectly down her back. Her green eyes hold the glint of mystery & magic. She reaches her hand towards you and hands you a single red berry. Then holds you in her knowing gaze as she flaps her long dark cape and transforms into a falcon. As she flies towards beyond the tree tops you can't help but wonder how that cape keeps her warm. & why doesn't she wear gloves? She'll be sorry in her forties when the arthritis starts to set in. & how does her hair stay so perfect with all that transforming back and forth and what not. &..... well, maybe this is just what i think of.
Anyway, i was finally able to get those photos of snow clinging to the trees. I have missed my opportunities this winter up until this past weekend. And now... springtime may arrive.
