In winter
To wander, to look, to listen, that’s to live!
Hey, it's a nice day today. Why waste your life by asking yourself too many questions, always looking for reasons. Excerpt from the song "Flâner entre les résistances" - Jacques Higelin
It's winter without perfumes or songs...
It is winter without perfume or songs. In the meadow, the blades of greenery pierce the hard, sparkling snow with their bending jets. A few bushes still have yellow, brittle leaves that the harsh, rough wind bites like climbing goats. And the silent trees that all this snow isolates have stopped making their benevolent confidences to each other. EXTRACT FROM THE POEM L'hiver by Anna (Comtesse) de Noailles (1876-1933)
Gérardmer under the snow!
The Pearl of the Vosges. This name is owed to Abel Hugo (Victor Hugo's brother). Indeed, Abel Hugo also wrote and it was in one of his stories dating from 1835, "Picturesque France", that he gave this nickname to the town of Gérardmer.
Cold days, frost and ice
River, fountain and stream wear in pretty livery, drops of goldsmith's silver! Extract from the poem Time has left its coat - Charles d'Orléans.
The snow
Snow soothes everything, it seems to carry silence within it!
Winter landscapes in the Vosges
The spectacle of nature is always beautiful. Aristotle
Silence and white firs in the Vosges
"In short, beauty is everywhere. It is not beauty that is lacking in our eyes, it is our eyes that fail to perceive it." Boris Vian, French Writer, Poet, Lyricist, Singer, Music Critic, Jazz Musician (trumpeter) - 1920-1959
Eternal winter
If existence were only a summer song, no one would know how beautiful snow is in winter. Quote from Yasmina Khadra, Algerian writer, 1955-
The colors of winter at Longemer Lake
What could be better than recharging your batteries while contemplating the sumptuous pastel colours and the calm that hovers over Lake Longemer in winter!
White paradise in the Vosges
Hohneck#12.2021# Ascent of the Hohneck starting from the Auberge des Trois Fours. Sometimes in the fog, sometimes with sunshine.
It snowed on Lake Retournemer and Lake Lispach
It is impossible to spend a winter without a walk around Lake Lispach. Today there was no sun, but the beauty of the landscape was not affected by it.
End of November, first snow in the Vosges
Some photos of the day taken around the Longemer lake. 29-11-2021
Everything passes, even in winter! Spring will return
Hey yes, I know it's cold, that the sky is all askew. I know neither the primrose nor the lamb are there yet. The earth rotates. He will return in the spring on his green horse. What would the wood do without a woodpecker, the little garden without lilacs? Yes, everything passes, even winter, I know it by my little finger that I always keep in the air… Maurice Carême (1899-1978), Belgian poet and writer of French language - “En Sourdine” (1964)
Winter 2020-2021 - It snowed
It snowed in the pink dawn, snowed so gently that the kitten thinks it is dreaming. He hardly dares to walk. It snowed in the pink dawn, snowed so gently that things seem to have changed. And the black kitten does not dare to venture into the orchard, suddenly feeling a stranger to this whiteness where cheeky sparrows land, as if to taunt him. Maurice Carême, French-speaking Belgian poet and writer, 1899-1978.
It always takes a winter to rock a spring!
It is only when the cold of winter arrives that one realizes that the pine and the cypress shed their leaves after all the other trees. Interviews, V, 9 (translation by S. Couvreur), CONFUCIUS IN CHINESE KONGZI OR KONGFUZI [MASTER KONG] (551-479 BC)
