Winter in the Park

The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered tin. The land lay bled of its colors. The nights lengthened, went darker, brightened in their clustered stars. The chilled air smelled of woodsmoke, of distances and passing time. Frost glimmered on the morning fields. Crows called across the pewter afternoons."
  ~~James Carlos Blake, Wildwood Boys

I was ready for a country drive this morning. When we stopped and turned off the truck and I stepped out to take this picture, the fog and fresh blanket of snow made the countryside overwhelmingly quiet. The term "peace and quiet" was taken to a whole new level...
~Nancy ~ 2.15.2016