The Dead of Winter


“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” —Andrew Wyeth


4 thoughts on “The Dead of Winter”

  1. Good quote, Bill.
    When I move through the Alpstein in my snowshoes, I often think of the marmots curled up in their dens several feet below, waiting for Spring. It`ll be a longer wait this year.

    1. Not so long here, Ian. At least, we hope so. Snow’s for the mountains. We’re off to England in May, I trust their marmots will be in short sleeves by then. Tootle Pip…

      1. I presume you`re going back to The Dales, Bill, which are of course half way between Birmingham (where I grew up) and Manchester. In light of that, I thought I`d link you to this clip, still funny 25 years later:

      2. Ian, we’ll start with the Cumbria Way, out from Ulverston, a horse race in Carlisle, on to York, W. Sussex for a few, over to Bath for another few, and finish in the Dales, a walk out of Grassington, and back on the plane at Manchester. When I write it out it goes too quickly; no doubt, our steps on the longer days won’t be so lively, but happy for sure. I’ll have to listen to Jasper twice…it’s the same as watching Inspector Morse or Lewis on the telly, I miss a lot of the quieter sentences…why can’t they speak English! Kidding, of course.

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