Open Thread WE 19 JAN 22 ~
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.
-- John Burroughs
Strong Winds Sculpt Frozen Sand into Otherworldly Pillars on a Lake Michigan Beach
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass
"I got all my boyhood in vanilla winter waves around the kitchen stove."
-- Jack Kerouac
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natural sand sculptures photo by Joshua Nowicki