"For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what

good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?"

                                                          --John Steinbeck,

                                                                     Travels With Charley

Frozen

"Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius."

                                                   --Pietro Aretino

"Think for yourselves and let others 

enjoy the privilege to do so, too."

                                                              --Voltaire

"We dance around in a ring and suppose.

But the secret sits in the middle and knows."

                                                                --Robert Frost

Back in the Garden

"How fair is a garden amid the trials and passions of existence."

                                                      --Benjamin Disraeli

Kenus

Kenus by Stephanie Funke

Another image of a summertime activity that makes me think of sunshine and warm temperatures. Frigid arctic air has invaded these parts and left most of us longing for more spring-like conditions.  Anyway, regarding this image, it was recently recognized in an online art exhibition and can be viewed by visiting:  https://lightspacetime.com/all-women-art-exhibition-january-2016

Regatta

Regatta by Stephanie Funke

Yes, it's winter in Iowa ...but that doesn't mean one can't dream a little.  This image was captured on West Lake Okoboji while novices enrolled in the local yacht club's sailing school prepared for an annual event.  With no background in sailing, I don't have any other details except to say that the weather was warm and sunny with a breeze perfect for setting sail....Now back to winter.

Anyway, this photo was recognized in a recent online art exhibit, and you can view that collection by visiting https://lightspacetime.com/all-women-art-exhibition-january-2016

                                                                                                                                              

                                                                           

Winter Woods

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

BY ROBERT FROST

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.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

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.