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Lake Behind the Inn, New Harmony, Indiana

“Art is contemplation.  It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into

nature and which there divines the spirit of which nature herself is animated.”

– Auguste Rodin


New Beginnings

“There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth…

not going all the way, and not starting.” – Buddha

Granary Street, New Harmony, Indiana

Dust of Snow by Robert Frost

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

Chapel behind the Lake at the Inn

“We shall find peace. We shall hear angels,

we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.”

– Anton Chekhov


“….Nor was I slow to come among them, when the clouds, from their still skirts,
had shaken down on earth the feathery snow, and all was white….”
from “A Winter Piece,” by William Cullen Bryant (1794 – 1878)

Turquoise Bridge

“A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.”

– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

First Snowfall

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
arrives the snow….

from The Snow Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Snow Man

by Wallace Stevens



One must have a mind of winter

To regard the frost and the boughs

Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time

To behold the junipers shagged with ice,

The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think

Of any misery in the sound of the wind,

In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land

Full of the same wind

That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,

And, nothing himself, beholds

Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

A Patch of Old Snow (a poem by Robert Frost)



There’s a patch of old snow in a corner


  That I should have guessed


Was a blow-away paper the rain

  Had brought to rest.


It is speckled with grime as if


  Small print overspread it,

The news of a day I’ve forgotten—

  If I ever read it.


January Snow Storm


January Snow

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  • Confucius
    "I hear, I know. I see, I remember. I do, I understand."
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was chosen as
the name for
this blog
because when
I remember
to keep my
heart light as
a feather,
life is much



Jimmy Margulies
The Record
Jan 7, 2011
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