I shot these images a few hours ago in Brookdale Park, Montclair, New Jersey. We are in the midst of a major snowstorm - but the roads are being plowed, and it is really fun to drive around and take pictures (but you must drive carefully!). God has surely blessed us with a beautiful world - Creation is His first Revelation. It gives us a taste of His everlasting love. I am going to sit by the fire now, rest for a while, and get ready for another turn with the shovel. Enjoy the poetry!
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.
Robert Louis Stevenson