Weekly Photo Challenge: Changing Seasons


Off to find a place to sleep… and perchance to dream

“We love to think in winter, as we walk over the snowy pastures, of those happy dreamers that lie under the sod, of dormice and all that race of dormant creatures, which have such a superfluity of life enveloped in thick folds of fur, impervious to cold. Alas, the poet too is in one sense a sort of dormouse gone into winter quarters of deep and serene thoughts, insensible to surrounding circumstances; his words are the relation of his oldest and finest memory, a wisdom drawn from the remotest experience. Other men lead a starved existence, meanwhile, like hawks, that would fain keep on the wing, and trust to pick up a sparrow now and then.”
Henry David Thoreau– A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849)

Find out how others see the passing of the solstices at the Weekly Photo Challenge: Changing Seasons.