Winter evenings

Winter evenings. So cold and frigid. And yet inexplicably calm and serene. It's that quiet hour at the end of the day when the sun's last golden light softly spreads into the white. All of the world around me slows down and hushes into a silence as I pause to gaze at nature's own miracle.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!

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Psst! Remember this place? It's the same place where I took these photos in fall. It's always amazing to me how the smallest change in season can give a whole different atmosphere to a place.

~vagabond~ © 2008

Winter wonderland

I love this magical time of the year, when the last leaves of autumn are all but gone, and the very first snowfall of the season has just begun. When the stray birds say their goodbyes and depart for the winter. And the earth covers up in a thick white blanket and falls into a deep slumber. The only sound in the cold air is the soft crunch of the snow beneath my feet. The world sleeps quiet and serene as I walk through winter’s wonderland.

~vagabond~ © 2008