He pointed ahead of them. “See that?”
“What, the snow?”
“Beyond that.”
“More snow?”
“Stop looking at the snow.”
― Derek Landy, Kingdom of the Wicked
I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. There the snow lay around my doorstep — great heaps of protons quietly precessing in the earth's magnetic field. To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery.
― Edward M. Purcell
The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.
― Shannon Hale, Palace of Stone
Vintage landscape artwork by Gustave Courbet (1819–1877), simply entitled “Snow,” oiginally painted c1875. Digitally enhanced version can be downloaded as a printable 12” x 13” @ 300 ppi JPEG here.
Digitally enhanced reproductions of public domain fine art are shared under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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