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borrowed thoughts and original images; re: winter.

“Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It’s late afternoon – the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.” Jean Webster
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“‘Hear! hear!’ screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, ‘winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.'”
Henry David Thoreau
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“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
John Steinbeck,
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“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins” Gustave Flaubert
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“Although it was only six o’clock, the night was already dark.  The fog, made thicker by its proximity to the Seine, blurred every detail with its ragged veils, punctured at various distances by the reddish glow of lanterns and bars of light escaping from illuminated windows.  The road was soaked with rain and glittered under the street-lamps, like a lake reflecting strings of lights.  A bitter wind, heavy with icy particles, whipped at my face, its howling forming the high notes of a symphony whose bass was played by swollen waves crashing into the piers of the bridges below.  The evening lacked none of winter’s rough poetry.” Théophile Gautier
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“Every mile is two in winter.” George Herbert
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“Antisthenes says that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time then thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.”  Plutarch, Moralia
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“Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o’clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.” Thomas de Quincey

1 thought on “borrowed thoughts and original images; re: winter.”

  1. Michael, I love your blog. Your pictures are stunning and your writing is thoughtful. I will be back to look at more. I loved the story about the hockey game. I totally get it, the part where you said you did not know why you rented a hotel room in another city and wondering about the people who lived in the houses you were passing. Thanks for allowing me the privilege of joining you in that moment.

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