THE WHITE ALBUM: A PORTFOLIO

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'"

"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire; it is time for home.”

“Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees, that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.

The oddly shaped Joshua trees of Grapevine Mesa, north of Kingman in the Mojave Desert, reach skyward after a rare heavy snowstorm. Paul Gill AH “Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.”