Landscape Photography | The Unthawing

Many a time have I merely closed my eyes at the end of yet another troublesome day and soaked my bruised psyche in wild water, rivers remembered and rivers imagined. Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless, rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadows, rivers that have eroded down deep into a mountain’s belly, sculpted the land. Peeled back the planet’s history exposing the texture of time itself.”  Harry Middleton

Salmon River Falls in the Winter

Wintering Waterfalls

 

Salmon River Falls in the winter

Salmon River Falls, Altmar NY | click on image to enlarge

 

The snow pack melts, the rivers swell. The wintering waterfalls awake and rush forth. The mud eventually dries, and the brown-grey earth begins to fade away as delicate little greens sprout up to life and overcome all that had come to winter’s rest.

 

The anticipation is killing me. I made a trip to the garden center last week, just so I could get a whiff of happiness, since Spring has been a little delayed in her arrival. Fashionably late, I am sure. Of course those who know me, know I can’t help but rescue a plant every time I enter those sliding green house doors. I picked up a Helleborus plant. These have become increasingly popular because they bloom from Jan.-Mar., and are frost/winter hardy. I mean, how cool are they? How many other plants do you know that bloom in the middle of winter? They are native to Europe, predominately around the Balkans. Like a squirrel burying a stash for when times get rough, I will plant my rescue after the threat of frost so that next winter when all is bleak, it’s delicate pink blooms can bring me a bit of happiness 🙂

 

Helleborus Pink Frost

Helleborus Pink Frost | click to enlarge

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