Happy birthday (tomorrow) to
Snowflake Bentley,
one of Vermont's finest.
You can read about him here.
Outside, the light, fluffy, beautiful snow
just keeps on falling.
Sounds are muffled and
contours are sculpted by the wind.
Inside, the wood stove radiates warmth all day long.
Bulbs bloom and pea shoots sprout on the windowsills.
Being still.
Can you feel it?
Oh, we have the snowflake book…bought it many many years ago. A quiet snowy day here, watching the many birds visiting the bird feeders…there is even a tiny mouse who has joined them.
ReplyDeleteThank you for adding the link to Snowflake Bentley. I found it a fascinating read. Having had very little to do with snow here in rural Australia the concept that every snow flake is different is mind blowing, and I can only imagine that Bentley would have thought the same thing when he first starting photographing snowflakes.
ReplyDeleteI had never heard of this man. How fascinating what he did, this must have been a very special and curious man.
ReplyDeleteI love to see freshly fallen snow, untouched and unspoilt.
ReplyDeleteThe stillness of falling snow. How can one properly describe it? It is truly a moment to stand in it. And then go inside to a blazing fire and a pit of tea. Me....my stillness was sitting in ER with my 85 tr old mom who had just fallen and hit her head. She's stitched up and doing fine, but a moment of stillness. So I truly enjoyed yours Karen.
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