A fresh snowfall blankets the ground and only the movement of the water in Otter Creek keeps it from being obliterated from sight.
Smaller portions of the creek disappear under the snow cover, but occassionally the water seems to literally spring from the ground.
The reading of William Least Heat-Moon's book "River Horse" has given me a fascination for the countrysides system of brooks, streams and rivers. Fingers of water connect and move, always headed for the sea.
6 comments:
This is beautiful; we haven't had much snow since December here. Thanks for your note on my blog site.
Cold beauty. I long for snow. It's in my bones, being from sunny California.
Beautiful untouched snow! How lovely.
Thanks for all the kind comments. Please know I am grateful for everyone who chooses to read my "stuff". I appreciate an audience for my creative outlet.
And the comments help me know I'm not talking to myself. HA
Stunning. You can feel the peace (and today, more than most, it's MUCH appreciated).
Thanks for all that you do here. It's a breath of sanity, fresh air and peace in a hectic life.
This has to be one of the most beautiful pictures of a fresh snowscape I've ever seen. I can almost hear the strains of Silent Night looking at this... all is calm, all is bright.
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