Snow Begotten . Horses . Flakes . Poetry

Elegantly composed magnificent creations: THE SNOWFLAKE, THE HORSE, THE POEM.


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost, 1923 . Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


He’s of the colour of the nutmeg.  And of the heat of the ginger…. he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts. ~William Shakespeare, Henry V


Cutter & Sleighs at Washington County Fairgrounds, February, 2010.

Photography Tip: When photographing snow, the exposure will most likely need to be manually adjusted.  The camera sees all that white of the snow and evaluates the scene for the brightness, so the rest of your shot may be underexposed.  Manually adjust the ISO low (100 or 200) during daylight, then adjust your speed and aperture based on the subject, not the snow.  In this case it was the horse.  In general, I over-exposed the automatic setting by 2 stops. (ASA 80, Aperture 5.6)

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