Overnight, a gentle mist of snow fell in Grant, Minnesota lightly touching the trees with a white and fluffy powder. The branches welcomed the mist and a peaceful scene was created.
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| Grant, Minnesota |
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| Grant, Minnesota |
The deer came out to enjoy the magical quietness that filled the air.
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| Deer in Grant, Minnesota |
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| Deer in Grant, Minnesota |
The roads that lead to homes were yet unused as the residents inside them enjoyed a warm fireplace oblivious to the scene outside.
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| Country road in Grant, Minnesota |
Whimsical settings are left by residents for those passing by to enjoy.
This last picture is one I took while driving through Grant looking for a house that was for sale. The poem below reflects my thoughts as I looked at the quietness that enveloped my senses.
“It is not so much for its beauty that the forest
makes a claim upon men’s hearts,
as for that subtle something, that quality of air
that emanate from old trees,
that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.”
Robert Louis Stevenson
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| Trees in Grant, Minnesota |
