Thursday, January 12, 2012

Gray Quiet


Far Away Hill in the Morning Fog; All is Dark



75 Foot Tree Flanked with Climbing Ivy (Still Green)

My thoughts are quiet and well grayed down today,
like the outdoor color that awaits me. As I leave the door I surmise
that this is a warm winter day. It is wet but not too awfully cold for this walk.
The well muted color in the wood all around is causing me to forget--
what summer's dense greenery even looked like.
As I turn back for home, I lift my weighted feet up the hill.
Plop, plop, go my own feet, heavy on the pavement.

7 comments:

  1. Enjoying your photographs SO much--gray, snow, morning, festival of color...

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  2. Gail,
    Thank you so very much! I just popped over to your blog!
    lg :-)

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  3. That is so lovely - you have a lovely place to walk, lg.

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  4. Thank you Lynn, Yes, I truly do.

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  5. There's something sobering about winter's palette, isn't there? Especially these times between...when winter doesn't seem especially eager to take hold. Gorgeous shots, lg. Always love your photography.

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  6. Kaunista kuvausta maisemassa...
    Mestarillista 'näkemystä'...
    Tervehtien Eko
    Suomi/Lapland/Kuusamo

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  7. Eko,
    kiitos! I hope that is right as I don't speak Finnish. Thank you for visiting this site!!!
    lg :-)

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