Sunday, January 20, 2008
In The Lines
It was so peaceful with gray skies and light snow. My skis made a "roof, roof, roof" noise as they slid over the fresh, powdery snow. Sometimes I could hear the low rumble of a truck on I90, but mostly the air held the quiet that comes with a blanket of snow. In these two photos I like the lines I see created by the man made and the natural; phone pole and the lake's shore, groomed ski trail and snow laden branches.