Wednesday, November 21, 2012

a mind for winter


by Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Well, thank you Wallace Stevens, for the poem that must be read at this time of year. November though, rather than January, for we're cold here longer. There is so much nothing to behold, isn't there, in winter?

It would be easier to keep a mind for winter were the days frosty more often.

Here are some of the photos from yesterday morning, and perhaps I'll post the rest this aft. There was a lovely silvery light, that blossomed into a light blue silvery light.


  1. Your snowy photos are gorgeous Shawna!
    And it looks like Ace was having fun too ♥ He looks so much like my Archer ~ the same beautiful amber eyes xo

  2. The pix are perfection. Love the birch forest. Love that Ace. He looks positively crispy. How wonderful that you get to experience the different light every few months. Can't get that in California. . . Just saying. Lots of snow / shovelling / cold to endure, but, oh, those photos that you get to take (and breathe and live and experience) are just exquisite.


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