52 Photos ~ Wide open spaces

The Snow Man 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… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Wide open spaces

On the last day of January

I've been thinking about Wallace Steven's poem, The Snow Man, for weeks now, because, of course, it's winter and it's January. I wanted to write something about having a "mind of winter", expecting to have experienced it, even for just a day, as I have in winters before. But this January's rickrack weather hasn't cooperated.… Continue reading On the last day of January