The Quiet World

The past few mornings we awake to an altered world, a quieter world in which a thin blanket of snow smothers sound. There is a feel of reverence in this world, we tend to speak quietly, almost whisper, as if in the knowing; this won't last. And a few hours later the snow has melted and the land has returned to November.

table top, 2014

the dock, 2014

Looking out, 2014

The pebbled surface of the pond, 2014

snow gathers around the spring in the pond, 2014