Waiting for the Blizzard

It has been snowing lightly all day, and very windy.  Three inches or so is just a preview of what is to come.  Late in the afternoon, I was sitting at the dining room table, and looked out at the herb garden.  I was immediately taken by the delicate shapes of these plants.  Back in 1962 when I was an R.I.T. student I did a photo essay on winter for the student newspaper.  I found a poem by South African poet Roy Campbell,  and used it for the text of my photo essay.  It began: 

"I love to see, when leaves depart, 

The clear anatomy arrive, 

Winter, the paragon of art, 

That kills all forms of life and feeling 

Save what is pure and will survive." 

                     I thought of these words today, when taking this photograph.