Night, when words fade & things come alive.

"Night, the beloved. 

Night, when words fade & things come alive.

When the destructive analysis of day is done, 

and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. 

When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. "

~ Antoine de Saint-Exupery ~

Last of the snowy photos......

I couldn't let the week finish without showing you the last of my snow photos.....

You can see the whole set on my website

{ Winter 10 by Jo Bradford }

{ Winter 9 by Jo Bradford }

  { Winter 5 by Jo Bradford }

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Well that's all from me for this week - may the weekend bring you joy,warmth and happiness :)

Silent, soft and slow

{ Winter 1 by Jo Bradford }

{ Winter 2 by Jo Bradford }

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Out of the bosom of the Air, 

Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, 

Over the woodlands brown and bare,

 Over the harvest-fields forsaken, 

Silent, and soft, and slow 

Descends the snow.        

{Henry Wadsworth Longfellow}    

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{ Winter 3 by Jo Bradford }

{ Winter 4 by Jo Bradford }

If this is not enchantment, then where is it to be found?

 'Winter 8' by Jo Bradford

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The first fall of snow is not only an event, 

it is a magical event.  

You go to bed in one kind of a world 

and wake up in another quite different, 

and if this is not enchantment 

then where is it to be found?  

~J.B. Priestley

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'Winter 7' by Jo Bradford

Happy Snow Day Folks :)