In the frosty winter, I snapped several photos of the picturesque snow. We had a few snow days during the holiday week last month, including Christmas Day.
For each set of photos, allow me to indulge a little. Each will be captioned with a few words of evocative playfulness, poetry, and philosophical ponderings.
Enjoy!
Photos were taken in the morning, when the sun started shining. After the silent night of snowfall, the dawn's rays would soon warm the earth. By evening all of the white will be melted again.
Yes, that makes the miracle of the snow all the more fantastic. It appears pure and unblemished, then washes away as if it was a dream that never was.
Similarly, Christians believe the Christ savior has this power to wash away sins, which is why the Christmas holiday is celebrated as the birth of the redeemer.
One of the largest trees I enjoy as a daily view from my house. The lower branches were recently pruned, and it is much safer for the family who lives under it. They arborists did a good job of safely removing the heavy log branches, while also maintaining the health and design of the tree.
Here, the house with the unkept yard has a small lightpost hidden between the snowy shrubs. Perhaps a wardrobe is hidden not far away.
Berries laden within the snow. A perfect icy snack for any birds looking for fresh fruit.
Divine light casts tree spirits far out above the snowy forest fields. Their visages crawl out acres away, stretching into distant, dynamic dimensions their roots will never reach.
Above the backstop, all shadows cower away. Darkness evaporates under the dawn's flaming breath.
Santa's sleigh and reindeer, their tracks leading away on their journey to see the rest of the world.
And so we make our own path in this world, to seek out our own dreams, and to achieve our goals.
Until Spring returns, my plans slumber, here in the secret garden. All things old are dead and gone. All that was gone, however can rise again.
From the roots of the strong vine.
From the wrinkles on the hands of the sower, the seeds fall into the thorns, the rocks, and also fertile ground.
From the ashes and mud of all things past, The Phoenix will rise again.
Welcome home, any time. We'll see you again soon!
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Let my success also grant you some happiness too.