“We went down into the silent garden.
Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence.
Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.”
― Leonora Carrington
Brutally brutally cold, minus 35 below zero, winds howling at 35 MPH and I could barely
make out the eagles in the tree for the steam coming off the river...I waited through the
storm, my fingers froze and fell off, and I waited for a clearing of steam and for the lessening
of the wind. My toes went numb and started to loosen in my boots and I waited and was
rewarded with a view, a clear view of my Eagles with the sun shining on them and the tree
branches while the rest of the view was still shrouded in mist and fog.
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Thank you so much Peggy
I went back yesterday during our storm and can no longer see
over the snowbanks.....I need to be a lot taller if this weather keeps up...haha
haha, in school I was the tallest, now after my back surgeries, I am the shortest....
I am thinking of carrying a small snowplow with me and wonder how long before
I would be locked up for being totally bonkers.....
I am so glad to hear that you are a snowbank climber also....It is rarely talked about,
almost like a secret that no one shares...I just joined a photo club and when i brought
up the snowbank problems, everyone just sort of looked at me....no replies....none.
I feel vindicated, I feel strong, Now i will climb and climb again...haha....
Thank you so much