I took this photo at Sleeping Giant State Park in January '06.

Winter speaks
to the surfeited heart,
weary of heat
and weeds
and leaves,
longing to breathe
cold, bracing air,
explore the hillsides
swept and bare;
to revel each bush,
each tree
stripped to stark
simplicity;
original etchings
everywhere-
and You,
who etched them,
with me there.

-Ruth Bell Graham