There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons—that oppresses, like the Heft of Cathedral Tunes—emily dickinson
‘…and everything changed. The sun came out from behind a cloud; it shone through the winter trees; hundreds of small, bright patches of sunlight appeared. The world became a kind of puzzle or labyrinth. It was like the superstition which says one must not walk upon lines between flag stones — or the strange magic called the Doncaster Squares which is performed upon a board like a...
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