In celebration of the holidays, I thought I would post some of my favourite winter twilight photographs and paintings from the archive – and a poem from Robert Frost. Wishing everyone a safe and happy holiday! Enjoy!
See you in 2015…
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.
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)