Tag: snow

David Guterson: “The World was One World”

Photographer Unknown, (Winter Snow)

“The snowfall obliterated the borders between the fields and made Kabuo Miyamoto’s long-cherished seven acres indistinguishable from the land that surrounded them. All human claims to the landscape were superseded, made null and void by the snow. The world was one world, and the notion that a man might kill another over some small patch of it did not make sense.”

–David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars

Craig D. Lounsbrough: “The Magic of Those Dense Snowfalls”

Photographer Unknown, (Thumbs Up)

“It was always the magic of those dense snowfalls that bedecked the landscape in a whitened splendor and rendered the horizon cloaked to invisibility in winter’s frosty veil. And in the rapture of such moments, you find yourself pressed beyond any and all means of resistance to hold onto anything except the majesty of the ascending moment. And being held a willing hostage, it takes but a moment of these moments to realize that everything around you has been swept up in just the same way, leaving you joined with the whole of creation that is both quieted in awe, but likewise raucous in praise.”

–Craig D. Lounsbrough

Winter’s Snow

Photographer Unknown, (Winter’s Snow)

“There’s an Edna St. Vincent Millay poem that’s been rumbling around inside me ever since I first read it, and part of it goes: ‘Blown from the dark hill hither to my door/ Three flakes, then four/ Arrive, then many more.’ You can count the first three flakes, and the fourth. Then language fails, and you have to settle in and try to survive the blizzard”
― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

Werewolf

Werewolf by JediArtTrick, DeviantArt

“I went home and tried to sleep, but couldn’t, so I stared up at the moon, watching how it’s trailing edge faded into darkness, so close to being full, but not quite there. A pregnant moon, Grandma called it. Full almost to bursting, and ready to give birth to something unthinkable.”
― Neal Shusterman, Red Rider’s Hood