Posted: December 12, 2012 in Geese, Photography, Snow, Trees, Winter
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Snow,  heavy and wet, started Sunday afternoon. Monday morning felt as though we’d all fallen into a brilliant blue and white painting.

Beautiful as it was, I went outdoors reluctantly, not really sure what I was looking for.

I heard them coming before they appeared over the treeline.


Strung across the sky, the geese are lines of calligraphy.




Zen koans for the earthbound.

  1. Curt Heuer says:

    Do you know the haiku by Buson?

    Calligraphy of geese
    against the sky—
    the moon seals it.

  2. Barbara says:

    Winter arrived that morning in full glory. You caught it beautifully.

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