Westward

Igneous on Ice

Hour glass

Songs of Travel

Winter

from Songs of Travel, XVII - Robert Louis Stevenson

In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
The redbreast looks in vain
For hips and haws,
Lo, shining flowers upon my window-pane
The silver pencil of the winter draws.

When all the snowy hill
And the bare woods are still;
When snipes are silent in the frozen bogs,
And all the garden garth is whelmed in mire,
Lo, by the hearth, the laughter of the logs -
More fair than roses, lo, the flowers of fire!

Tree

Artifact

Bark

Sign

Moss

Mt Washington Observatory

Winter Begins

delineation

Root

Deep Freeze

chiseled

Branches Reflected in the Water

Homage to Morris Graves

Artifact

Remnant

artifact

Signs of Beaver

Bramble

Gnawed

Alder branch

movement

"to reconcile the people and the stones" Williams

wall

reeds

The Stones Speak

Words in Stone

ice pattern