"If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking.
Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk."
~ Raymond Inmon
So quiet and peaceful, a wintry hike on a sunny day can be beautiful. This photo was taken at Sanford Lake in Savona, near Corning NY. There are short level trails there that wind around a small lake, swamp and along a lovely stream through the woods. There is even a camping/picnic spot with a campfire pit and an outhouse that people sometimes use in the winter. On the day I took this pic, there were three guys from Rochester there camping for the weekend. Get outside and enjoy the season, take your thoughts and your camera, and return full of inspiration!
“Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around our legs like house cats.
It was magical, this snow globe world.”
~ Sarah Addison Allen
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
~ A.F. Housman
"At solstice, the woods were bright in a snowy way, the sky pearl gray above the stately maples and gnarled burr oaks. An Alaskan marooned in the urban Midwest, it took me years to find this nearby patch of relatively undisturbed land where I can sense the power of wildness. Now I go there often, watching the seasons unfold their changeful unchanging patterns in the increasingly familiar forest.
I especially like to walk among the sleeping trees in the half-lit silence of winter dawns. The trail I follow winds and twists, new patches of mixed woodland appearing at every turn. That morning, I reached a point where the path turns sharply left to follow a small ravine. In spring, ephemeral ponds—lively with salamanders, loud with frogs—form in the creases of the forest there. But in frozen winter, I expected nothing beyond silence and wind.
So I did not see them at first, three deer beside three empty larches. When I made them out—gray-dun hides against a gray-dun world—they were motionless, white tails aloft like flags of distress. I stopped in my tracks, thinking how lucky I was to meet the animal my Celtic forebears called the spirit of wildness on that auspicious day."
~ Patricia Monaghan
“Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around our legs like house cats.
It was magical, this snow globe world.”
~ Sarah Addison Allen
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
~ A.F. Housman
"At solstice, the woods were bright in a snowy way, the sky pearl gray above the stately maples and gnarled burr oaks. An Alaskan marooned in the urban Midwest, it took me years to find this nearby patch of relatively undisturbed land where I can sense the power of wildness. Now I go there often, watching the seasons unfold their changeful unchanging patterns in the increasingly familiar forest.
I especially like to walk among the sleeping trees in the half-lit silence of winter dawns. The trail I follow winds and twists, new patches of mixed woodland appearing at every turn. That morning, I reached a point where the path turns sharply left to follow a small ravine. In spring, ephemeral ponds—lively with salamanders, loud with frogs—form in the creases of the forest there. But in frozen winter, I expected nothing beyond silence and wind.
So I did not see them at first, three deer beside three empty larches. When I made them out—gray-dun hides against a gray-dun world—they were motionless, white tails aloft like flags of distress. I stopped in my tracks, thinking how lucky I was to meet the animal my Celtic forebears called the spirit of wildness on that auspicious day."
~ Patricia Monaghan
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