The Dead of Winter

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.  – Andrew Wyeth

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12 thoughts on “The Dead of Winter

  1. Dear Nancy, What a superb picture. It made me feel as if I were on the point of entering this woodland walk, so real does it appear. Like you, I sometimes consider that the best time of the year is winter when all the bones are laid bare.

  2. loneliness explains it so well – I ended up in the middle of a field of snow and you don’t realised how disorientated you become when everything around you is white – it seemed like such a long way to the boundary hedge. And even the sounds around you are different when there is snow on the ground. I really do like seeing the tree silhouettes covered in ice and snow. Rosie

  3. Why is Robert Frost’s STopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening resonating in my head, seeing this photo? It’s lovely and calming, Nancy…and we all have miles to go before we sleep, and promises to keep…:-)

    Great minds think alike, jodi! I can hear Frost’s voice, too. Wouldn’t that opening be a lovely spot to steer your sleigh… :)

  4. I can’t say that I enjoy winter, but I see Wyeth’s point. Your photo looks like a painting, Nancy! Jodi’s comment about Frost’s poem is so true–this would be the perfect illustration for that poem, my favorite of all of his.

  5. Beautiful, beautiful! Have you had a thaw yet??

    Hi Nan…yes, we’re in the midst of one right now. Lots of rain, wind, and “balmy” temperatures. It’s to return to colder weather over the next couple of days, though. Nice while it lasted!

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