How I love a silent, snow-filled night. The snowflakes in these photographs, shot from our back deck, were gigantic - the size of pennies, nickels and quarters! The soft, fluffy snow acts like an insulating blanket, absorbing all ambient noise. Not a sound can be heard. It becomes so quiet you are certain that if you listen closely enough you will hear each flake caress the ground. Silence, stillness, solitude, while surrounded by the serenity of softly falling snow -- a sure recipe for a heavenly night.
The trees here are Blue Spruce.
A lonely, little deck hovers over a hidden, gently gurgling mountain stream.