And can shadows pleasure give?
Pleasures only shadows be
Cast by bodies we conceive
And are made the things we deem
In those figures which they seem.”
–Samuel Daniel
A gathering Nor’easter announced itself in enveloping unsettling gray, a shadow that abruptly settled over the landscape. It swallowed the sun before it could emerge in a sliver on the horizon. It nullified the morning.
Winter’s dark forces can be powerful indeed.
Eventually light tiptoes back in, almost always defined by shadow. Today dollops of sunlight made their way through tree cover and splashed on the icy blue-gray sheen atop a foot-and-a-half of fresh snow. Bright oblong dots formed a jaunty path, as if to guide an unseen deer.
Away from the woods, among abiding dunes, high winds transformed snow into gentle waves cross-hatched with exquisite etchings of sea-grass shadows.
“Feed apace then, greedy eyes,
On the wonder you behold;
Take it sudden as it flies,
Though you take it not to hold.
When your eyes have done their part,
Thought must length it in the heart.”
Love in the Spaces 
What a pleasure to read your beautifully stated observations of life and love. Thank you and it is a pleasure to have you post your thoughts. What a beautiful photograph!
This is a wonderland of texture, shadow and a touch of color—and the prose ain’t bad either. You got me thinking and I realized that I have never witnessed snow near the seashore. Something to look forward to.
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Lovely photo!
“Dollops of sunlight”! This made me smile! 😊