Friday, February 19, 2010

Whiteout in HIdden Valley

PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL: It has finally snowed. Should I feel guilty for wishing for the thing that is bedeviling lives further south?

Falling white from ear to ear,
So thick one could get lost,
A noisy stillness,
An agitated silence,
Tracks that fill as if they were never there,
Fingers numb,
Feet heavy,
Wrapped in solitude,
Opaque and awake,
Snowflakes on flesh melt like holy water.


Trotter said...

Couldn't live in a place like that... :-(

Ted Roth said...

Ah well.