Winter has arrived at the lake. It is not yet frozen, but it won't be long before everything is buried under a blanket of snow and ice. Unbelievably, the five loons are still together, swimming through the icy waters. I wonder when they'll head for warmer climes? I wish I could join them, but for now, I'll don my snowshoes and push through the cedars and birch and spruce, their branches heavy laden and sparkling in the low winter sun, and marvel at the beauty that is a Canadian winter.
7 comments:
Oh that was utterly magical Pam... talk about another world!!! My kids have never seen snow... we must get to your neck of the woods (and delightful looking woods they are!) one day.
*sigh*
BB
It's difficult to describe snow to someone who has never seen it. When it first falls, I always get as excited as I did when I was a kid. Later, say around February or March, I'm so sick of it I want to bury my head in the sand, preferably in Barbados.
Pam, these are beautiful pictures! Makes me want to get snowshoes.
Bridget
Bridget, I have lots of snowshoes at the cottage so come on up!
Pam, these are gorgeous shots. Absolutely beautiful. I love that first snowfall too, though we don't get it very often here. But there's always that day, sometime in November most years, when the clouds part after days of rain, the sun comes out, and the fresh snow glows brightly from the North Shore mountains. Beautiful. That moment is always one of my early winter highlights.
Ah, thanks KC! It usually puts me in the mood for Christmas, but with a gazillion things to do, it has put me in a panic.
Simply, exquisitely lovely. {sigh} It's enough to make me forget -- for a brief interlude -- how much I loathe shoveling snow. {g}
Linder
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