When I woke up Monday morning and saw all the snow in our yard, I knew that
I wanted to get my camera to Wildwood as soon as possible.
Arriving at the Main Street entrance, I was disappointed to see that it had not gotten
cold enough to freeze the water that is always dripping from the tufa cliffs.
cold enough to freeze the water that is always dripping from the tufa cliffs.
My disappointment, however, was short-lived as I walked into the park and down Wildwood Drive.
Sunday night's heavy, wet precipitation had penetrated the trees' canopy of branches-leaving everything,
yes, everything covered with a sparkling blanket of white.
yes, everything covered with a sparkling blanket of white.
Aaahhh,
this was more beautiful than I had imagined!
this was more beautiful than I had imagined!
I looked up as I approached the North Bridge.
Another "aaahhh" !
Crossing the bridge, I walked toward the tunnel, trying to absorb all the exquisite white surrounding me.
After turning around I continued to wander, enjoying the crisp air and the blue sky.
All too soon, I was at the Park Road parking lot and turned to get one more shot and
one more deep breath of a simple and profound joy.