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Winter Magic . Bird Song . Little Beings

the inner and the outer

Winter in Minnesota is not the best place to find photo subject matter compared to say a golden Tuscan landscape or Alaskan wildlife but it’s here nevertheless in the smallest and biggest things, indoors and outside, poetic or literal.

snowgirl

Snowy landscape and trees

excerpt from The Darkling Thrush, by Thomas Hardy

At once a voice arose among the bleak twigs and winter’s dregs

In a full-hearted evensong of joy illimited;

An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small in blast-beruffed plume,

had chosen thus to fling his soul upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings of such ecstatic sound

Was written on terrestrial things afar or nigh around,

That I could think there trembled through his happy good-night air

Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew and I was unaware.

Nuthatch

Goldfinch on feeder in winter

 

 

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