At storms’ end this morning, we came out into a pure white world, Ed Gulley’s Tin Man standing guard in the cold and the whitness. On such mornings, the winter pasture is bright and pure, as the earth once was, I imagine. It was a lovely thing to see.
What a provacative title for this post and photo. The meanings of it keeps rolling about in my imagination. Poetic.
I should have used a better word – “evocative”.