Summer on a gray day

Today I was feeling the gray of the winter sky, the fog and the misting rain, and looking through images I took last summer that I somehow hadn't got around to processing.

So... I think the gray day affected my summer photos. Life's like that.

Walking through woods on a winter day

Not evening, not snowing, but just as magical and solemn and peaceful. New year's day spent traipsing around the woods with my camera and my sweetie, in and around Gibsons.

 

 

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

 

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

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.

Robert Frost