Saturday, January 8, 2011

Light of the setting sun falling on the snow-banks.


January 8.

The light of the setting sun falling on the snow-banks to-day made them glow almost yellow.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, January 8, 1851

Compare January 4, 1858 ("It will be enough to say of something warmly and sunnily bright that it glowed like lit stubble. ")

A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, January 8
A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau
 "A book, each page written in its own season, 
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
 ~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx ©  2009-2023

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