Sunday, January 31, 2010

A Moment of Contemplation

"I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree or yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines."
Henry David Thoreau

Untrampled snow has a way of uplifting any scene and bringing a sense of serenity. I am researching some of those buried here at the Confederate Cemetery. In doing so they are becoming old acquaintances whom I wish I could have had the opportunity to chat with, about nothing in particular, over a beer or two.

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