Written,4th December 2000.
Photograph taken by, Theresa Koch.
Walk across this clear blue land drawn further into its crystal space. Ice castles all around me nightlight of moon ahead. No sound comes from the forest, no sense of time or place. Just beckoning enter deeper into this frozen place. Breathe freezes in the air, natural diamonds held in place. My senses all on overload while walking through with grace. Ornaments of icicles hung all about the land. Seems just like a fairy tale written by a mere man. You feel the eyes upon you of creatures big and small. Guardians of this land looking at you in awe. Winter wind whips through you pushing at your back. Making it even harder to turn around and walk on back. Knowing if you stop now you’ll freeze into this place. Still something is calling you, come on now walk this way. Ice castles all around me nightlight of moon ahead. No sound comes from the forest, no sense of time or place. Walk across this clear blue land drawn further into its crystal space. Just beckoning enter deeper into this frozen place...
must be really cold where you are ... you described frozen well ...
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on December 22, 2005
Splendid to see you on AD again... The delight of this take me back to the 80's when our forest was covered in snow. And for me the labby, and my sisters it was a great winter scape too.
Your forest sounds most enchanting indeed..
Keep writing like this, and I'll be in that frozen place.......I have always wanted to come to Alaska, and your words and pictures take me there............thank you. :) Merry Christmas!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
GORGEOUS write and illustration!
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on December 22, 2005
Beautiful,and I love the pic too. Good to read you again.
Elizabeth
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Your forest sounds most enchanting indeed..
A blessed Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Love,
Eileen
Felix
Keep writing like this, and I'll be in that frozen place.......I have always wanted to come to Alaska, and your words and pictures take me there............thank you. :) Merry Christmas!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
GORGEOUS write and illustration!
Elizabeth
Merry Christmas Theresa!!
Love Tinka