Summer Cottage , June   -   Andrey Surnov, 2017

From March of this year.. A dusting of snow on the packhorse bridge, River Machno, Snowdonia, North Wales.

Nataliia Gotsii by Eric Panov for Harper’s Bazaar Russia, July 2019

Untitled, ca. 1960 - by Zdeněk Virt (1925 - 2008), Czech

Sixtus Z. von Dzbanski - A stream in the snow, 1929.

Victor Vasarely, Vega Mir (from Bach Album), (silk-screen print on glass and mirror), 1973, edition of 200

Wool House by Annie Belle, knit from wool roving.

Incredible Moon Corona seen in Senja, northern Norway. Credit: @visitsenja.

ebony munrow

When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation. When I’m feeling happy, it’s part of why I feel that way. If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone. ~Frederick Buechner (Book: Whistling in the Dark: A Doubter’s Dictionary  (Art: Photogravure by Clarence H. White)