Late December 2020 in the northern range of the Swiss Alps.
I crossed the line.
What? Which line?
Did I stop wearing a mask?
Did I stop supporting local populism?
Did I walk the wrong way on a one-way-street?
No.
I stopped seeing winter as cold, naked and heartless. I stopped seeing winter as death to be abhorred.
No leaves? No problem. No sun? No problem. Huge landscape? Big time. Mountains, sky, lake. Along the shoreline in the middle ground and background, the big landscape squeezes three towns into mere nothingness. And, by God, I saw beauty. I had crossed the line.
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Having moved this year from Florida to Ohio, this post struck a particular chord with us. There was a fresh snow overnight, and it is beautiful.
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I wish you all the best for 2021, and hope you stay safe and well so that we may enjoy and be inspired by more of your landscapes.
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To all visitors…thank you.
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