winter weekend walk


1: even the thistles get moss in Oregon;

2: a winter kind of beauty;

3: every walk must include a light saber duel.

"In winter we have no love affair with Nature, just a passing friendship, respect, appreciation.  We each go our separate, unrelated ways with a good stout wall between us..." ~ Jean Hersey: The Shape of a Year

How I need winter and its depravations.  For three or four months a year, I learn to be hungry for beauty, for life again.  And though I am an inside kind of creature, I force myself outside to hunt a different sort of loveliness,  things that require a finer tuning of the senses.  Without fail, I find it.