A Puppy in the Snow

 My puppy looked very majestic on our walk through the snow today, so I thought I would share:



A Frozen Peace

The woods outside my door

Are begging me to plunge into their

Snow covered depths,

With fresh fallen powder 

To crunch beneath my boots. 

The still and frozen air

Is heavy with the silence

Of a thousand stifled thoughts.

My heart thuds quietly in my chest

And my breath fogs the space around me

Before being whisked away on the breeze. 

Fallen trees and hardy saplings 

Provide an obstacle course for my 

Hike among the bowing trees. 

Nature holds its breath

On the late December day,

Its furious frozen temper


And for a moment the world 

Is at peace

While I am left longing for the peace of your presence. 

Poetry Sunday: Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Adventures in Maine (Part 2/2)

These are some of my favourite shots from our shore trips in Maine. We went to Brookesville and Pond Island Reserve, had a lobster bake and met some friendly women with their adorable dogs. The coast and islands were stunning and beautiful, and I wish I could have spent more time exploring them. Unfortunately, I also did not want to be left behind, so hopefully I’ll get to go back at some point. Enjoy! P1130617

Leaves of Grass


Through the Woods

Untouched by Man


Where the Forest Ends




Mossy Sunlight


Lobster Anyone?


Tri Coloured Headlands

Live Free or Die




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I spent the weekend hiking in New Hampshire! We saw nearly every type of weather in those 48 hours, and I am fairly certain this was one of the greatest weekends of my life. The hike up to Carter Notch was brutal, with the wind blasting us from every direction. It was loads of fun though, and oh so beautiful. The landscape was glorious! I apologize for not having more photos – it felt like one of those times where it was more important to live in the moment than to try to capture it.

Hiking back down was crazy; about half an hour into it, there were 6 of us far ahead of the peloton, singing and marching and sliding and laughing. With thirty inches of snow on the ground, we expected it to be frigid, but the sun decided to make an appearance, so we were roasting in our hiking gear. Eventually we stopped, and the girls stripped down to sports bras/running capris/boots while the guys went shirtless, and we continued hiking like that. (It was quite liberating, funnily enough) Then, we reached a spot in the trail that sloped down to the river, which was still mostly covered in snow, and one of the guys said “That looks really nice right about now,” and what did the rest of us do? Agree of course! Long story short, 5 minutes later we were all standing on the edge of this dam in our underthings, taking turns jumping into the barely-above-freezing-temperature water and pulling each other out. I can’t say when I’ve had more fun. Then we headed down the rest of the mountain (wearing clothes of course) and drove the three hours back to Boston, back to reality.

I hope everyone’s Mondays have been great!