Passing along some information I have learned about snowshoes.

There is nothing quite like wandering through the woods when the snow lies deep upon the forest floor. 

There is a stillness which seeps into your soul and transports you to a place where you feel as if you are floating rather than walking. It is hard to explain and must be experienced to fully understand what I am trying to convey. 

When the clouds repaint the wilderness with their white paintbrush, I do not have the power to resist putting my snowshoes on and wandering through the winter wonderland which stretches out before my eyes.  

In this short video, I tell you my thoughts on the wonderful invention called the snowshoe. 

This Muskrat looks sad.

Winter has settled into Algonquin Highlands with  a cascade of snow that stole in on an east wind during the night. 

I wandered past my canoe rack and for a moment, I thought the Muskrat looked forlorn, as if waiting for spring to arrive. 

As I walked through the newly painted landscape, I pondered the time distance between the present and the spring. I found myself looking into the future without being aware of the now. 

Breathing in deeply and then exhaling,  I released the future for the present and let my mind drift as my snowshoes left notes of my passage.

The forest floated by and I immersed myself into the world of the wild ones. Feeling their eyes on me, I would stop and slowly scan my surroundings. 
I did not see another creature;however, they were there.

I know of this because on my return trip, I crossed over my own tracks. Superimposed on them were the tracks of deer, mouse, fisher and red squirrel. 
   
     

I love a fresh blanket of snow, it creates a new page upon which the characters of the forest can sign their names.