December 3, 2013

First Snow

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Out of the bosom of the Air
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.

~ Snowflakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


  1. These are wonderful as usual! The first one really captivated me because I know you don't photo people much. It is a really wonderful picture.

  2. All your photos here are outstanding and wonderful to look at.

  3. The mom and little one is beautiful. How safe the child must feel. The colors in the photo are rich and beautiful. The snow photos are the way it is here now, not much piled up yet. Great pics!

  4. A wonderful young face, with an expression as fresh as the first snow.

  5. Is three photos fit nicely Good evening.

  6. That poem kicked some serious heart! Aaaarrrggghhhh!

  7. What could be more poignant than a mother with chid staring winter in the face? It is beautiful and yet so scary...that is what I got from this.

  8. What a beautiful post! I love the photos and the poem.

  9. What a fabulous, fabulous portrait! And the sceneries are just breathtaking! Your work deserves being on a photo exhibition. I would be very glad to know that.

  10. Snow is a Major Mystery to me, and you've caught that in #1 and #3. Of course, children's faces--children's power--is just as mysterious, and your little girl captures that beautifully.

  11. I've only been to Lytle Creek once as an adult. As kids we went often because my cousins had a pop up trailer. But one of their cousins, a kid around my age and kin to my uncle, fell climbing a water fall and died. It's hard to shake that. Strange how the poem sort of echoes that memory

  12. I love all three of these photos! You really captured the feel it all.
    I can see snow from where I live and that is close enough.

  13. I find the Prospero's comment perfect and i can feel the same emotion..♥