The silence of snow :: A good walk

I occasionally hear a musquash plunge under the ice next the shore.

These winter days I occasionally hear the note of a goldfinch, or maybe a redpoll, unseen, passing high overhead.

When you think that your walk is profitless and a failure, and you can hardly persuade yourself not to return, it is on the point of being a success, for then you are in that subdued and knocking mood to which Nature never fails to open.

— Henry David Thoreau

Looking through treetops covered in snow
Looking over the snow-covered handrail on the footbridge at the creek and plants
At the edge of the dense woodlands blanketed in snow
A menagerie of tree limbs covered in heavy snow

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