My third winter in the Lehigh Valley, Pa area. This is the time for her creatures to rest and rejuvenate. The circle of life / death completing and re-starting. The beauty of a white blanket covering imperfections made by her creatures (humans).

A cemetary is one of the most beautiful and peaceful places during a snowfall. Even one that borders a major road is quiet at night. The reminders of those laid to rest, almost covered in warmth and safety. At night, their spirits, almost visible in the white light of nature's warm embrace.

In contrast, the almost unnatural piles of snow created by our machines and other devices. The mechanical sounds of scraping to clear our roads. The varied, almost harmonious, scrape and occasional thud of a person clearing the unnatural walkways. A neccessary process to keep some of her creatures safe. A species she created to guard, protect and care for all of her other children.
 
Looking closely at both, the natural and created, the beauty can be missed. Like clouds, stepping back, we can see shapes form. The beauty of both is then realized and appreciated. The night is where you can truly see it. When the machines have slowed or stopped, the silence like a constant noise. Go out, take a short walk, look around. The combination of where the blanket is and is not forms a painting no human could duplicate. The chaotic storm and removal leaves us with a peace that is hard to equal.
 


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