A winterwalk on Mt. Tabor yesterday.

There's a certain silence about winter.  A stillness.  A softness.  I think Oregon is most beautiful in winter.  The dark skies, bare branches, fog hanging in the treetops, glistening dampness, muted colors - it's a magical brew.  These kinds of days used to really depress me, but I found years ago that just getting out there, opening up to really see and feel the beauty of it, led to a deep appreciation for the loveliness of winter decay, the enlivening cold, and that certain winter silence.  A long hike, a short walk, or just a few minutes' observation outside your door - it's definitely worth it this time of year.  

Be open.
by mlekoshi