A Touch of Seacoast in Winter
The river is within us, the sea is all about us — T.S. Eliot A gray day, dense fog all
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.
Yesterday, a late afternoon walk in the fading daylight. Snow falling, settling in mossy crevices, the woods heavy with the
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,
A spell of mild weather, alternating days of sunshine and rainfall. Tree-tops bare, amber leaves still clinging to lower branches,
The still-dark early morning, clear with stars bright. Sunrise revealing a blue sky day, cloudless, the air crisp. A killing
The air chill, orange-yellow-gold leaves twirling, the lush multi-hued colors of autumn fading, some trees already bare. Summer greens long