Friday, January 18, 2013

“I Never Saw a More Elysian Blue”

On this day in 1856, Henry David Thoreau wrote in his Journal:

This is a very mild, melting winter day, but clear and bright, yet I see the blue shadows on the snow at Walden. The snow lies very level there, about ten inches deep, and for the most part bears me as I go across with my hatchet. I think I never saw a more elysian blue than my shadow. I am turned into a tall blue Persian from my cap to my boots, such as no mortal dye can produce, with an amethystine hatchet in my hand. I am in rapture at my own shadow. What if the substance were of as ethereal a nature?
It’s a cold day here today, not the "mild, melting winter day" that Thoreau experienced, but the shadows in our back yard have a hint of that wintry blue:

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