Winter has a beautiful stillness that doesn't exist in other seasons and you captured it with great insight and detail. It's sad that the seasons are starting to blend together slowly.
In the end of my military service with IDF, I was discharged to finish the last six months to live in a kibbutz in the North of Israel. I have learned enough English to read Walden and was awestruck by the content but more by the style of Thoreau’s writing.
I couldn’t put the book down and red it all through the night.
Ten years later, we lived with my x wife in Boston and once in a while visited Walden pond wondering around trying to reconnect to the feelings Thoreau depicted in his seminal book .
Thanks for sharing your Walden story. I do enjoy the lyric passages where he’s clearly so taken with the place - animals, plants, the pond, the clouds.
I've spent the last several weeks sharing thoughts about the lack of winter. Ponds that don't freeze enough for walking. Snows that don't linger until spring. Your photographs are beautiful and depict the beauty in outside on cold days. How lucky we are to have the historical notes of Walden Pond.
Thank you, Julie, for this glorious carriage ride into Waldon’s winter history, with stops in the Arctic, and with heart-wrenching words about your own frozen times and places. May the Inuit’s gift continue to bless you in the dark times.
Thank you, Jennifer, for reading and especially for this lovely note. I have the bag of cherts beside my desk to companion me in this cold season. 🥰
Enjoyed reading this while sitting inside my cozy home as a light snow falls. I love winter and snow! As long as I don’t have to drive in it. There’s nothing like getting really cold and then coming inside to warm up. Bonus when the cat decides to sit with me.
A great read. Last year the Timber Creek pond froze over solid enough to walk on... This year we have had only a scrim of ice that was gone in a day. I've embraced the cold, hiking in the mornings, biking when the sun is up.
That’s it, right? We can still enjoy what’s left of winter. I tend toward nostalgia but that usually bums me out, so better to go for a bracing hike or run or bike ride. On my run yesterday, I can across -- wait for it -- a whole gaggle of laughing, happy kids and parents ice skating on the little reflecting pond. Delightful!
Your questions, in particular, are resonate for me today. Thank you! My word of the year is "wintering" so I am considering what the darkness is teaching me. Ice is a great reflection word for me in my notebook today as well!
And I like the watercolour!
Thanks!
Winter has a beautiful stillness that doesn't exist in other seasons and you captured it with great insight and detail. It's sad that the seasons are starting to blend together slowly.
In the end of my military service with IDF, I was discharged to finish the last six months to live in a kibbutz in the North of Israel. I have learned enough English to read Walden and was awestruck by the content but more by the style of Thoreau’s writing.
I couldn’t put the book down and red it all through the night.
Ten years later, we lived with my x wife in Boston and once in a while visited Walden pond wondering around trying to reconnect to the feelings Thoreau depicted in his seminal book .
Thanks for sharing your Walden story. I do enjoy the lyric passages where he’s clearly so taken with the place - animals, plants, the pond, the clouds.
Yes. Thoreau had an immense influence in my life and at the time of reading saved me from the loneliness surrounded by peasant kibbutzniks 😛
I've spent the last several weeks sharing thoughts about the lack of winter. Ponds that don't freeze enough for walking. Snows that don't linger until spring. Your photographs are beautiful and depict the beauty in outside on cold days. How lucky we are to have the historical notes of Walden Pond.
Thanks for reading, Stacy! Great to see you here.
Thank you, Julie, for this glorious carriage ride into Waldon’s winter history, with stops in the Arctic, and with heart-wrenching words about your own frozen times and places. May the Inuit’s gift continue to bless you in the dark times.
Thank you, Jennifer, for reading and especially for this lovely note. I have the bag of cherts beside my desk to companion me in this cold season. 🥰
Enjoyed reading this while sitting inside my cozy home as a light snow falls. I love winter and snow! As long as I don’t have to drive in it. There’s nothing like getting really cold and then coming inside to warm up. Bonus when the cat decides to sit with me.
Oh yeah! Was just out in the cold myself, loved coming in, making a hot cup of tea and getting cozy. The snow is so pretty today.
A great read. Last year the Timber Creek pond froze over solid enough to walk on... This year we have had only a scrim of ice that was gone in a day. I've embraced the cold, hiking in the mornings, biking when the sun is up.
That’s it, right? We can still enjoy what’s left of winter. I tend toward nostalgia but that usually bums me out, so better to go for a bracing hike or run or bike ride. On my run yesterday, I can across -- wait for it -- a whole gaggle of laughing, happy kids and parents ice skating on the little reflecting pond. Delightful!
Beautiful. And tragic in its way. Seeing through ice and place.
Isn’t it? I miss proper winter. Thanks for reading.
Your questions, in particular, are resonate for me today. Thank you! My word of the year is "wintering" so I am considering what the darkness is teaching me. Ice is a great reflection word for me in my notebook today as well!
Awesome! I’m glad this resonated. Thanks for reading.