EW – Page 6 – TRAVELING NEAR & FAR

East Dover in Winter

Last night’s starry blue sky, sandwiched between evening and morning pink. Yesterday, a sunset stroll to catch the last of

The river is within us, the sea is all about us — T.S. Eliot A gray day, dense fog all

Reflecting on the year past, so much goodness, gone too fast. Looking to the new year with hope and dreams.

The early morning air crisp and clear, the woods dark and still, a hint of light to the east. A tattered

Yesterday, a late afternoon walk in the fading daylight. Snow falling, settling in mossy crevices, the woods heavy with the

This morning we woke to a landscape enveloped in white. By mid-day the thick, dense fog had dissipated into thin

A beautiful stillness outside – not a whisper of wind. Narrow ribbons of pink and gray-blue cloud cover this morning,

Early morning sun sparkling on the heavily frosted landscape. Across the meadow, a majestic Red-tailed Hawk perched high in a

Gray skies, a hint of pale blue on the underbelly of clouds, a few tenacious leaves still clinging to bare

Yesterday, an eerie quiet before the storm, this morning a soft drizzle falling. Leaves on the ground, tawny and rusty,