Snow Day! (Updated)

Note: This post features content from a post which originally appeared (2/14/07) on my other blog, My Runner's Feet.

Gracie and I could only stay inside for so long today. After shoveling the driveway twice (with a third and fourth time likely for later), and picking up the kitchen, it was time to get out and about... at least for a short cruise...





















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Ambling Among Headstones

Note: This post features extended visual content from a post which originally appeared on my other blog, My Runner's Feet.

"So we go inside and we gravely read the stones,
all those people all those lives
where are they now?
With loves, and hates
and passions just like mine,
they were born
and then they lived, and then they died,
which seems so unfair,
and I want to cry."
~excerpted from Cemetery Gates by The Smiths

After dropping Anne off for an appointment today, I spent some time wandering around the northern-most point of the Mount Hope Cemetery looking for birds, stones and snapping some pics. Hopefully, dear reader, you haven't grown too tired of my winter pics, but being that it's my President's Week vacation from school, and I've got nothing but time and a digital camera, the forecast is calling for the occasional photo essay!

The Mt. Hope Cemetery is located in Rochester, New York, and was founded in 1838. It is the United States' first municipal Victorian cemetery. Quite a few significant figures in American history, especially civil rights', are buried here including Susan B. Anthony and Frederick Douglas.

I always draw a solemn vibe from being in cemeteries, ambling through the snow among history--some stories which are well documented, due to fame of the characters, but all of which were relevant to someone...





















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A Snowy Walk Together

Note: This post features extended content which originally appeared in my other blog, My Runner's Feet.

"There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself."~Ruth Stout

Earlier this morning Anne and I walked to breakfast on the avenue. We were happy to be chaperoned, for a short time, by large fluffy snowflakes falling from the seemingly continuois grey skies. That doesn't however mean, we are carrying grey skies inside. Even after all the snow we have seen thus far this winter (and usually it doesn't really snow until late February or March) it is still a peaceful experience to observe, quietly chatting as we walk together...












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