Wednesday, December 12, 2007

"Branches were dipped in frosting this morn"

and the sun cast a fairyland spell;

Each fragile twig looked feathered and white
and beckoned a heart to swell.

A winter treasure - a sight to behold -

while silence augmented the scene;

I wanted to walk through an open gate
to find the artist, supreme.

No gate could I see, the artist unseen,

awe captured my soul;

The canvas would change, as nature intended,

but I'd witnessed her morning's goal.

Poem by Joan Adams Burchell

It was 8 degrees while I was out there literally freezing my fingers off to get these shots, but oh so worth it! (The final picture is taken directly into the sun through all the frosty branches and left completely unedited.)


  1. The words to the poem are almost as beautiful as the pictures. I'm so glad to live in a state that has seasons.

  2. These photos are achingly beautiful. I'm so glad you braved the cold and the wet to capture them!

    Hope you have a wonderful WW. I've posted my contribution here and hope you drop by for a look around:

    All the best...


  3. Beautiful pictures, Carrie. Thank you so much for this lovely post.

  4. Wonderful! This was the post I was creating in my head. I had my camera in the car today and I snapped at least 10 photos of the icy frosy foliage around our town, in hopes of getting a great the ones you got! But I failed. Also ended up not having time to take better (closer, out of the car) photos later when I had to spend so much time going back to the grocery store. So, thanks for posting that!!


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