Ready for some pictures of our winter?

[Karen]

Water still flows, dark and swift
Through the frozen winter landscape
The only bit of motion
Against still spare branches
Silhouetted against the snowy ground
And storm-white sky
If we pause our crunching footsteps
And hold our breath,
Ragged as it is from the cold
We can hear the shoosh of the water as it flows
Reminding us that even here
Even now
Life and time
Move on

[prechrswife]

Stunning photos, as always! That one of the snowflakes is amazing.

[Asiel]

Kirsten, what can I say except awesome, amazing. I could almost feel that I was there. Love that old tree, it does look like it's been there from another era.
Your pictures are fabulous, you never disappoint me...I love them all.

[mbsmum]

The pictures are stunning. Thank you very much.

[Rottieluver45]

Wow! Amazing pictures!

[Kirsten]

Thank you so much for taking the time to look at my pictures, and for commenting on them. I really hope you're not getting tired of me posting them...

Cindy, that's so nice that your co-workers also seem to enjoy them; makes me happy.

Elyse, that sounds like a beautiful poem you've mentioned, need to google for that one!

Karen, you did it again! You're creating magic with your words! Thank you!

[Karen]

We promise we will never get tired of you posting them! Still have a poem rattling around for that huge moss-covered tree, will get it typed out at some point soon, I promise!

[Karen]

The old tree
More ancient than any
Stands knarled and twisted at the forests' center
Holding the heart of the woods deep within
Guardian of secrets and stories
Mmories of lives long past
Moss covered and twisted
So much history within its ken
But fragile limbs
And moss-slick surfaces defy climbers
And the crevices and caverns within its trunk
House generations of creatures
Who have always know its sheltering bulk
Listen, hold very, very still
Quiet even your breathing and mind
And it will whisper stories to you
Scary ones and merry
Heartbreak and dancing
Stories of sunlight and yound limbs dancing
Fledgling birds lauched from nests in its branches
Newfound love in it's shade in yourger days
Hunters who leant against it in a pause in the chase
Animals leeing skyward as predators circled below
And always, always it will tell you
If you listen, if you are silent and still
You will hear it tell of endurance
And it, longer than memories, will abide
And only time
Will outlast it

[lizbud]

It is said that every picture tells a story & these are amazing. Thank you Kirsten and Karen for telling it so well.

[Randi]

Kirsten, you just keep getting every time I see new photos you have shot - WOW!

[Kirsten]

Thank you, Randi and lizbud. :-)


Karen, this is wonderful! This oak has indeed lots of stories to tell, and seen many things. They say it's the oldest tree in this forest, up to 600 years old, and it's called "justice oak" for some reason. I wonder why...

[lizbud]

Thank you, Randi and lizbud. :-)


Karen, this is wonderful! This oak has indeed lots of stories to tell, and seen many things. They say it's the oldest tree in this forest, up to 600 years old, and it's called "justice oak" for some reason. I wonder why...

I wonder if you could use the name of the town and do a Google search for "Justice Oak" ?

[lizbud]

Kirsten, is this the same tree?

http://books.google.com/books?id=Hit...ermany&f=false