I went to bed with snowy marshmallow views outside the window and woke up to a deepening snow enrobed world of Narnia proportions. As if winter will always reign. The evergreens branches are glued to their windward sides in awkward bows to the weight of the snow, recognition of the unseen Queen of Deep Winter and her howling consort, the North Wind.
Enough tortured allegory! I know I should venture out and relieve the evergreen branches of their heavy weights, but I am much too attentive to the warmth of my woodstove. I can’t make myself. I did, however step tentatively outside my doors to snap a few pictures of the snow. Such pictures begin all to look the same. If I want something more enthralling I will have to bundle up and go looking for it.
I caught a photo. the broken branch from a Norway spruce near the house.
Stepping out the door to record the morning scene.
Looking through a window to capture the plight of the evergreens and winter scenery.
Birds wait out the snowy cold and take sips of the water from the gutter betimes.
Bright Valentine
