Steady, gentle, warm rain all the forenoon, and mist and mizzling in the afternoon, when I go round by Abel Hosmer’s and back by the railroad.
The mist makes the near trees dark and noticeable, like pictures, and makes the houses more interesting, revealing but one at a time.
The old apple trees are very important to this landscape, they have so much body and are so dark.
It is very pleasing to distinguish the dim outline of the woods, more or less distant, through the mist, sometimes the merest film and suspicion of a wood. On one side it is the plump and rounded but soft masses of pitch pines, on another the brushy tops of maples, birches, etc.
Going by Hosmer’s, the very heaps of stones in the pasture are obvious as cairns in one of Ossian’s landscapes.
See two red squirrels on the fence, one on each side of his house, particularly red along their backs and top of head and tail. They are remarkably tame. One sits twirling apparently a dried apple in his paws, with his tail curled close over his back as if to keep it warm, fitting its curve. How much smothered sunlight in their wholesome brown red this misty day! It is clear New England, Nov-anglia, like the red subsoil. It is springlike.
Admire the reflection of the trees and houses from the smooth open water. See December 16, 1852 ("Observe the reflection of the snow on Pine Hill from Walden”); See also December 15, 1856 "The smooth serenity and the reflections of the pond, still alone free from ice.”); January 7, 1855 (“The channel of the river is quite open in many places, and . . . a certain dormant life awakes in me, and I begin to love nature again.")
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, A walk through the mist
As we go over the bridge, admire the reflection of the trees and houses from the smooth open water over the channel, where the ice has been dissolved by the rain.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 16, 1855
The mist ...makes the houses more interesting, revealing but one at a time. See November 29, 1850 ("As you advance, the trees gradually come out of the mist and take form before your eyes.”); April 22, 1852 ("The mist to-day makes those near distances which Gilpin tells of."); August 4, 1854 ("Rain and mist contract our horizon and we notice near and small objects."); September 20, 1857 ("The outlines of trees are more conspicuous and interesting such a day as this, being seen distinctly against the near misty background, – distinct and dark."); See also note to February 6, 1852 ("mistiness makes the woods look denser, darker, and more imposing.")
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, December 16, 1855
The mist ...makes the houses more interesting, revealing but one at a time. See November 29, 1850 ("As you advance, the trees gradually come out of the mist and take form before your eyes.”); April 22, 1852 ("The mist to-day makes those near distances which Gilpin tells of."); August 4, 1854 ("Rain and mist contract our horizon and we notice near and small objects."); September 20, 1857 ("The outlines of trees are more conspicuous and interesting such a day as this, being seen distinctly against the near misty background, – distinct and dark."); See also note to February 6, 1852 ("mistiness makes the woods look denser, darker, and more imposing.")
See two red squirrels . . . one sits twirling apparently a dried apple in his paws, with his tail curled close over his back. See October 26, 1855 ("I see a red squirrel dash out from the wall, snatch an apple from amid many on the ground, and, running swiftly up the tree with it, proceed to eat it, sitting on a smooth dead limb, with its back to the wind and its tail curled close over its back.") See also A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, The Red Squirrel
Admire the reflection of the trees and houses from the smooth open water. See December 16, 1852 ("Observe the reflection of the snow on Pine Hill from Walden”); See also December 15, 1856 "The smooth serenity and the reflections of the pond, still alone free from ice.”); January 7, 1855 (“The channel of the river is quite open in many places, and . . . a certain dormant life awakes in me, and I begin to love nature again.")
Reflection of trees
as we go over the bridge.
Smooth open water.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, A walk through the mist
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
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