“What a severe yet master artist old Winter is…no longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel.”
~John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers”, 1866
One of my favorite times in Theodore Roosevelt National Park was the week my husband and I spent between Christmas and New Year’s. Winter—the snow, the cold, the bitter winds, the bleak and barren landscape…I love it all! I believe it is the solitude winter offers, the challenge, how, after a blizzard, she dresses the landscape in layers upon layers of chiffon and satin!
I long for winter and pray for tons of snow at the chagrin of many of my family and friends! Winter, for me, is a time to rejuvenate, relax, and prepare for another season, it isn’t so far away now.
We found wild bachelor stallion, Circus, alone, across the frozen Little Missouri sporting his winter look—basking in the cold, morning sun, thick and furry and fat!
Have an awesome day in your part of the world! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your support and for sharing the story of the wild ones!