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Monthly Archives: February 2008


These photos are from Wednesday night just after the lunar eclipse. I was driving home from Portland and couldn’t help but notice the beautiful effect the moonlight had on the landscape. Really wanted to pull over on the highway but that probably wouldn’t have been a safe thing to do. Didn’t find the right opportunity on the back roads once I got off the highway so I figured I would practice shotting with moonlight only at the house since there is an abundant of trees and moonlight.

It was a beautiful night even in the cold. The snow was twinkling with hundreds of points of light. So as well as gazing towards the sky for stars, you could see them in the snow. It was and very humbling. Was nice to be reminded of seeing beauty in an otherwise inclement conditions.

I was reminded of what a good friend had said about me just a couple of weeks ago. He said “your eye never stops” and although I appreciated it when he said it at the time, it wasn’t until I driving home on the back roads this night that those words came back to me and I had to smile. I didn’t realize it until then just how true those words are. Thank you for seeing that about me.. 🙂

Peace

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Robert Frost
To the Thawing Wind

Come with rain. O loud Southwester!Bring the singer, bring the nester;Give the buried flower a dream;make the settled snowbank steam;Find the brown beneath the white;But whate’er you do tonight,bath my window, make it flow,Melt it as the ice will go;Melt the glass and leave the sticksLike a hermit’s crucifix;Burst into my narrow stall;Swing the picture on the wall;Run the rattling pages o’er;Scatter poems on the floor;Turn the poet out of door.


There is so much beauty in West Virginia. Much like Maine in many ways but different in a surreal way. This photo is only a quick glimpse of the many forms of nature I got to see and while it doesn’t capture the whole picture it’s enough to remind me of all that I saw.

“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains.”
Walt Whitman