The snow from two nights ago has lingered. I expected it to stick on the ground for a few days, but certainly not to grace the tree branches with the lacy trim I saw yesterday. I was wrong. The trails I walked today reminded me of Robert Frost’s poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” If I had the words, I would wax poetic (although definitely not in the same class as Frost), but you are in luck because I have a meeting to get to and don’t have the time to do more than share a few of the pictures I took in Chagrin River Park this afternoon. The conditions today weren’t very good for photography, and you will notice some specks and blotches that look like dust on my camera sensor. It’s not dust, however, it is pellets of snow, some of which got on my lens and some on my face and glasses. Despite my determination, the inclement weather finally made me retreat to my car and head for home (after drying off my camera).Take a look at this gallery to see what I’m talking about:
I have many other snowy pictures from yesterday and today, but that’s all I have time to post today. I will close with Frost’s eloquent words, which are true for me this afternoon:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
The snow may (or may not) be here tomorrow. Please come back for another walk along the trail, and we will find out!