Tag archive: Winter
Snow Day: Making Tracks in an Unmarked World
Tricia’s Blog
B eyond the rim of snow banks, around the bend where the trail angles into the trees, lies an expanse of white as unexplored as a blank page. No matter that countless sneakered feet and bicycle tires ply this path in every season, on this wintry day all traces of humanity are scoured away by the wind’s husky breath.
The Sounds of Snow
I made a deliberate attempt to listen past my own noise, to discern each sound of snow.