
Morning Shadows II
Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy
When it's -20c outside and you have the choice between staying in a warm bed or getting up, getting dressed, throwing your gear and snowshoes into the car and heading out, how many would choose the latter?
Well I know three who would.
Two of the 'Amigo's" met in a local parking lot. The third "Amigo" Doug was digging himself out of the snowdrifts around his cottage but he was with us in spirit.
In February the winter lies deep, the woods are silent, the air crisp, clean and invigorating.
We walked for an hour, pausing occasionally to take in a scene or just to listen to the silence. Then we moved on again our only companion was the crunch of fresh fallen snow under our snowshoes.
As Doug would call it "glad to be alive weather".
February; deep winter but the sun is beginning its slow march north and gaining in strength as each day passes...
"It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it". ~John Burroughs, "Winter Sunshine"
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