Although a pleasant surprise this morning, the snow left an eerie blanket of grey across the farm. Each branch and leaf had just enough layered snow to create a sharp contrast in the dim, early morning light. With no enhancements necessary, the photos give a usually hidden glimpse at the wildness of the old trees. These are my favorite days here.
The old linden tree and swing
The eighteenth-century garden terraces overlooking the spring
The sun starts to warm the sky
The snow fell to more poetic effect at White Plains than it did on Sylvania Avenue! Enjoyed your beautiful photos.
Loved your photos! I want to visit one day!
I know what you mean about beautiful snow and how it changes all the silhouettes outside, but nothing beats spring!