Gone Into the Fields

March 6, 2012

“Away, away, from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs-
To the silent wilderness
Where the soul need not repress
Its music lest it should not find
An echo in another’s mind,
While the touch of Nature’s art
Harmonizes heart to heart.
I leave this notice on my door
For each accustom’d visitor:-
‘I am gone into the fields
To take what this sweet hour yields.'”

Percy Bysshe Shelley, from “The Invitation”

Plowed fields under a dusting of snow

I’ve just returned from a week’s trip to Minnesota to stay with my 93-year-old Dad on the family farm.  It’s been an unseasonally dry and almost snow-less winter in Minnesota, but a storm passed through during my stay.  The farm was on the south fringes of the storm front, and we got just a small amount of snow, some rain, and sleet.  My sister, who lives in northern Minnesota, got 10-inches of snowfall in one day!

The farm is quiet in winter.  I enjoyed my solitary walks through the woods and fields.  Like Shelley, I kept my eyes open to what the Minnesota winter yielded.

Water after it has passed through the culverts under our driveway

Thin ice

My brother raises elk; this is his bull elk (looks like it has a third antler!).

Empty nest

Animal tracks in the snow . . . raccoon?

Dried leaf

 

 

Cathedral in the Woods

March 7, 2011

Cold Creek snowshoe trail at Snoqualmie Pass

TSNW participants snowshoe along towering trees.

“To snowshoe along the trail between rows of these trees feels like walking up the aisle of a great cathedral.  The trees lean under their heavy loads as if they are praying.”
     — Kathleen Dean Moore, Wild Comfort: The Solace of Nature

Snow snaking along branch

Patterns of vertical and horizontal lines

“Every branch big with it,
Bent every twig with it;
Every fork like a white web-foot;
Every street and pavement mute:
Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward, when
Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again . . .”
     — Thomas Hardy, from “Snow in the Suburbs” 

Voluptuous curves

Snow like frosting

Tracks of a fallen snowball

Animal tracks in the snow