



–Photos by me




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winter, it seems,
uses classical schemes
to whitewash the woods
with a fresh coat of rime,
and she’s even coyer
than good ol’ tom sawyer
for she dupes jack frost
into doing it each time

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perhaps our souls are
not somewhere deep in our chests,
but in our faces–
why else do people end up
with the face that they deserve?

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spring

summer

fall

winter

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With all this snow, my son Aaron and I decided to take a little road trip to try to find the source of it all. We have a pretty good idea, so we’re heading for Giant’s Ridge.

I’ve never seen so much snow hung up in the trees. We had to detour a few miles back because the snow had toppled a few of the big pines right on the road.

We decided to take a backroad to the ridge; now I’m not so sure this was a good idea.

After some hair-raising turns and slides on the forest road, we’re finally getting close; I can see snow drifting up between the trees.

Sure enough, we’ve found the culprit! I guess I better stop blaming God!!
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