Contemplating this photo, that lovely Robert Frost poem comes to mind:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
Postcards from Italy---Natalia Sarkissian 
Beautiful…
Anastasia,
Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
N
Nata,
I so much admire your eye for the details of the world that escapes the notice of most. Not only do you notice them, you elevate them from mundane to magic.
Please continue to shower us with that world.
James
James,
How lovely indeed! Thanks!
N
Oh, my. This photo is exquisite.
Riba,
So glad you like this photo !
Natasha
One of my favourite poems (and great pairing with the shot too)
It seemed fitting…miles to go before we sleep….
thanx!