Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast

Here are two photograph I took on Sunday at Meiko. I haven't processed the newer photographs, and it may that I don't have time for that even today, even though there are already 599 photograph waiting. Today I went skiing, and it felt good to be out skiing, even though the wind was biting, and the wind also blew snow across the ski tracks so that in some places the tracks were completely invisible.

(Posting title is from the poem The Evening Wind by William Cullen Bryant.)

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