Winter Greetings,
As winter storm Elektra brings us rain here in Appomattox as it heads up the east coast (I was wishing for snow), I couldn't help but think of a winter storm I photographed almost four years ago on December 19, 2009, and a beloved Robert Frost poem to accompany it.
Enjoy...
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~ Robert Frost
Merry Christmas...
Rick
