A Wisconsin winter woodland and prairie are rawboned, gaunt, and sharp. Summer’s soft mantle of leaves, drape of morning dew, and distraction of bird song are gone. Autumn’s fragrance of parched leaves has become frozen nose, sharp cold, and biting wind. Only in the first few hours of fresh snowfall, or complete oblivion, are the skeletal, angular, bent, signs of aging unnoticed on Mother Earth.
The softest of summer’s grasses are brittle, cracked, and snapped to the ground. Snow covered branches rest heavy burdens on frozen ground. All around me, I see chaos, disorder, geometric, shadows, and little of the softness of winter’s first snow. My backyard prairie, woods and garden are certainly full of angles, and one Angel.
Thanks for passing by The Road Less Paved. Hope to see you again.
Weekly Photo Challenge:Angular
4 thoughts on “Here an Angle, There an Angel”
You have a wonderful way with words!
Glad to see you again. It’s been a while (of course I haven’t done much, lol) 🙂
When I met Don, he asked me to proofread a draft of a Tai Chi book he had written. One of he descriptions was of the 45 degree angel needed for the pose. I cracked up over that, have never forgotten it. I almost turned the angel photo to that angle … there is a family story hidden within. I’m so happy you dropped in and left a note. 🙂