White Mountain Winter

“Aren’t you sick of all this snow?” The girl at the bank asked

“no, not really” I said smiling.

The girl looked at me strangely before changing the subject. I’m used to it. I’m one of the few people that loves when we get three snowstorms in a row. Winter can be absolutely beautiful time of year. That afternoon my boyfriend and I went up to the Basin. I found that myself reveling in the snow that was falling. I was kneeling in snowbanks to get new shots. As I was sitting there I realized how much I enjoyed it, taking shot after shot and realize I was thinking about how to present it.

Looking Up. Photo By Colleen Ann.

Looking Up.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

I have come to the realization that I want do do something that makes me happy. I find that when I’m out in the woods, that I cannot hep but take pictures. I am constantly looking around me, and trying to find perfect pictures and finding things to write about. I want to take what I am seeing and bring that to others. With new technology, we are supposedly closer. Yet as years go by I cannot help but see that we continue to get further and further from nature and the wonderful things that are outside.

The River. Photo By Colleen Ann.

The River.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

I hope that by portraying these beautiful places I can bring some attention to them. I can show others how valuable they are and why they need to be protected. In turn I can spend my time outside and be able to do something fulfilling with my life. I am not the type of person that can climb the corporate structure. I want to blaze an independent path, and look back at my life and be proud of what I accomplished.

The Bronze Statue and the Pages of our Past.

The snow fell down around me as I broke a path through the parking lot. It was quiet, and I was the only soul out in Bear Brook State Park that afternoon. People do not come here in the Winter. The prefer the resorts or the fireside. Bear Brook does not fall into either of these categories in Winter, so for many it falls by the wayside. The park is left to the more adventurous souls. These quiet corners of the state are left to those who enjoy the solitude.

The Quiet. Photo By Colleen Ann.

The Quiet.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

It was a hard work, and my breathing became heavy as I worked for every step. After several minutes, I came face to face with him. The Bronze statue that stared endless out across the pond. I had glanced at it many times as I had driven by. Yet I never had a chance to stop and really admire it. I love history, and am pulled towards anything that sheds light on its significance. I have always wanted to walk across and see this statue up close, but I  never had the chance. Today I had come to explore Bear Brook, and all of the gems within its boundaries. I had found so much to admire, yet before I left I was determined to see the bronze statue.

The Bronze Statue. Photo By Colleen Ann.

The Bronze Statue.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

Finally I came face to face with my object of my curiosity. The statue, a figure of a man holding a shovel. He was not a big man or magnificent. Yet there was something in his posture that grabbed my attention. He was dressed in simple pants into boots that showed many days work.  He went shirtless from the labor on hot summer days. Yet the man stood proud, shoulders squared, and looking straight ahead into whatever would come. It was a man who had been given his dignity back.
I stared into his proud face, feeling something stir within me, a certain pride within my soul. For not only did these men build the park up, but the park built them up. Nature and society working as one to create a single future. Many of the achievements can still be seen today 80 years later, a testament to the CCC in the park. It give me hope for the future. It is fitting that I found this opportunity for the future in the pages of our past.

Winter Moon

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Its a dark clear night. The stars shine brightly, and the moon lights up the sky. Yesterday at this time the winds were whipping and snow swirled restlessly through the air. But tonight the world was quiet and calm. The storm that had brought the North East to a crippling standstill had moved on. Once again the we had been left with dark night sky and our quiet silence.

The cold surrounds me pressing into upon my hands as face I made my way inside, my boots creaking against the new snow. It lays in drifts and piles all around me. The winter that had been lacking snow, made up its deficit in one night. Suddenly there were high drifts everywhere, the wind blowing the snow up against cars and houses. A place that had grass poking up yesterday had suddenly turned into a blustery wintry landscape.

We were lucky this time, our temperature stayed low, the snow turned out light and fluffy. The temperatures were no easy though on those you ventured outside. The cold air made my breath catch, and my cheeks burn. Yet as I reach down to brush my coat off the snow came off effortlessly. It moves from here to there whimsically. Once the wind kicks up, one has to bow their head to shield it front sheets of sharp blowing snow and ice.

Yet there is also a beauty, a sharp ruggedness. The lines seem sharper, and the beauty clearer. It is a unique beauty only there for those brave enough to venture outside. I cannot help but look around me and be amazed at the simple sharp beauty of our winters. I grew up here and at a young age I developed a tough skin. I am able to weather the cold, and look around me at the wonders of the winter.

There is only a light breeze tonight. It is a shadow of last nights fury. The sun sets slowing, tossing vivid reds across the darkening sky. The colors linger, changing slowly into oranges and pale yellows. They quietly melt into midnight blue skies, covered in stars. A half moon sits high in the dark blue sky, its half size sharp in the middle of the night sky.

A half moon sits tall in the dark blue surrounded by thousands of pale white stars. The sky is clear, and the moon is at sharp contrast against the dark blue sky. In winter it has always seemed to me that the sky is at its best. The sunsets are so vivid. Their sharp oranges and reds only fading away slowly. New Hampshire is a place of so many beautiful scenes, and winter is no different. The only difference is that you have to go looking for it.