Winter has a beautiful stillness that doesn't exist in other seasons and you captured it with great insight and detail. It's sad that the seasons are starting to blend together slowly.
In the end of my military service with IDF, I was discharged to finish the last six months to live in a kibbutz in the North of Israel. I have learned enough English to read Walden and was awestruck by the content but more by the style of Thoreau’s writing.
I couldn’t put the book down and red it all through the night.
Ten years later, we lived with my x wife in Boston and once in a while visited Walden pond wondering around trying to reconnect to the feelings Thoreau depicted in his seminal book .
I've spent the last several weeks sharing thoughts about the lack of winter. Ponds that don't freeze enough for walking. Snows that don't linger until spring. Your photographs are beautiful and depict the beauty in outside on cold days. How lucky we are to have the historical notes of Walden Pond.
Thank you, Julie, for this glorious carriage ride into Waldon’s winter history, with stops in the Arctic, and with heart-wrenching words about your own frozen times and places. May the Inuit’s gift continue to bless you in the dark times.
Enjoyed reading this while sitting inside my cozy home as a light snow falls. I love winter and snow! As long as I don’t have to drive in it. There’s nothing like getting really cold and then coming inside to warm up. Bonus when the cat decides to sit with me.
A great read. Last year the Timber Creek pond froze over solid enough to walk on... This year we have had only a scrim of ice that was gone in a day. I've embraced the cold, hiking in the mornings, biking when the sun is up.
Your questions, in particular, are resonate for me today. Thank you! My word of the year is "wintering" so I am considering what the darkness is teaching me. Ice is a great reflection word for me in my notebook today as well!
And I like the watercolour!
Winter has a beautiful stillness that doesn't exist in other seasons and you captured it with great insight and detail. It's sad that the seasons are starting to blend together slowly.
In the end of my military service with IDF, I was discharged to finish the last six months to live in a kibbutz in the North of Israel. I have learned enough English to read Walden and was awestruck by the content but more by the style of Thoreau’s writing.
I couldn’t put the book down and red it all through the night.
Ten years later, we lived with my x wife in Boston and once in a while visited Walden pond wondering around trying to reconnect to the feelings Thoreau depicted in his seminal book .
I've spent the last several weeks sharing thoughts about the lack of winter. Ponds that don't freeze enough for walking. Snows that don't linger until spring. Your photographs are beautiful and depict the beauty in outside on cold days. How lucky we are to have the historical notes of Walden Pond.
Thank you, Julie, for this glorious carriage ride into Waldon’s winter history, with stops in the Arctic, and with heart-wrenching words about your own frozen times and places. May the Inuit’s gift continue to bless you in the dark times.
Enjoyed reading this while sitting inside my cozy home as a light snow falls. I love winter and snow! As long as I don’t have to drive in it. There’s nothing like getting really cold and then coming inside to warm up. Bonus when the cat decides to sit with me.
A great read. Last year the Timber Creek pond froze over solid enough to walk on... This year we have had only a scrim of ice that was gone in a day. I've embraced the cold, hiking in the mornings, biking when the sun is up.
Beautiful. And tragic in its way. Seeing through ice and place.
Your questions, in particular, are resonate for me today. Thank you! My word of the year is "wintering" so I am considering what the darkness is teaching me. Ice is a great reflection word for me in my notebook today as well!