We start by walking off the deck, down the yard and across the "pond" to our path in the woods. I thought I'd take my camera a couple days ago when I took our daily walk. It had snowed a bit and the temps were a bit chilly, but it made it lovely. Ps.147:16 "He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes."
We emerge from our woods trail onto an open area under the power lines. This affords me the opportunity to let the dogs run with more independence as I can see them!
We take off from the open power line path once again into the woods and down into another low area. You can begin to see my desire for snowshoes! At this snow depth, which seems to be one of the deepest on the peninsula, even the dogs stick to the stamped down paths.
I've discovered in this low "secret" place, even things dead have a grandeur when blanketed with snow. (The tree above is no longer growing, but still provides a roost for birds and shelves for the snow)
We continue to plod through the snow up to a forgotten road that I "discovered" this winter. I assume it to be unused often as there are tree-falls over it on occasion. I do not know the final destination of this road. We return as we came when we come across the areas that look to be others' property, if not sooner. Back through yet another low swamp land and back across the pond is the way home, but that last leg lacks the luster for the lens!
We start by walking off the deck, down the yard and across the "pond" to our path in the woods. I thought I'd take my camera a couple days ago when I took our daily walk. It had snowed a bit and the temps were a bit chilly, but it made it lovely. Ps.147:16 "He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes."
We emerge from our woods trail onto an open area under the power lines. This affords me the opportunity to let the dogs run with more independence as I can see them!
We take off from the open power line path once again into the woods and down into another low area. You can begin to see my desire for snowshoes! At this snow depth, which seems to be one of the deepest on the peninsula, even the dogs stick to the stamped down paths.
I've discovered in this low "secret" place, even things dead have a grandeur when blanketed with snow. (The tree above is no longer growing, but still provides a roost for birds and shelves for the snow)
We continue to plod through the snow up to a forgotten road that I "discovered" this winter. I assume it to be unused often as there are tree-falls over it on occasion. I do not know the final destination of this road. We return as we came when we come across the areas that look to be others' property, if not sooner. Back through yet another low swamp land and back across the pond is the way home, but that last leg lacks the luster for the lens!
2 comments:
ahhhh would love to have done that with you! beautiful!!!
Thanks for the "walk", Melissa. That was fun. By the way, you father-in-law just remarked a few minutes ago, "I have Melissa on my mind!" Hope you are having a great day!
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