A little snowshoeing is good for the soul

After last year's abysmal snowfall, I was delighted last weekend that we had enough snow to pull out my old snowshoes.  Camera in hand, I plodded around in a nearby patch of woods.  It was a gray day that wasn't particularly conducive to photography, but I didn't care.  It felt so damn good to be out!


So good, in fact, that I convinced a friend to go for a longer and more athletic snowshoeing romp the following day at Beaver Lake Nature Center.  I did not bring the camera for that - and that was nice, too.


Sometimes I enjoy the woods more when I'm just looking at it and breathing it in, not trying to capture it.  After all, fresh air can't be bottled, and photos never do justice to much of anything.  I thoroughly enjoyed that romp, too, so much so that I confess to being disappointed by this weekend's snow-melting warmth.  Oh well!  It's only January.  Hopefully there is more snow to come.

And finally, this little tidbit is not part of my snowshoeing adventure, but fits with the snowy theme anyway.  It amazes me how snow and ice form and move and melt and sculpt.  Lovely.