Stopping by Woods One Snowy Morning

Apologies to Robert Frost, but a recent experience put me in mind of his wonderful poem.

January is deep winter.  Those late autumn and early winter months, teetering on the divide between warm and cold, are over with.  It’s official- the cold is here.  It’s the time of year when nature lives closer to the bone, when skeletal trees fill the woods under a snowy blanket.

Last week I went to Highbanks Metro Park just north of Columbus and took a morning hike through the woods and fields there, getting done shortly before it started to rain.  I thought I’d highlight those January scenes I saw during this excursion.