Ray and I enjoyed a weekend in Tahoe, thanks to his bowling tournament in Reno. (The poetry of bowling shall be explored in another post). You know folks, snow is gorgeous when you don't have to shovel it. We rode the gondola in Heavenly, South Lake Tahoe, up to the observation deck and it was magic. I've been celebrating National Poetry Month, and I'm going to let these pictures speak volumes.
Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand - Plato 
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world - Walt Whitman
The great poet is always a seer, seeing less with the eyes of the body than he does with the eyes of the mind - Oscar Wilde 
Blissfully cold. We smile from a top the world.
Ray and I enjoyed a weekend in Tahoe, thanks to his bowling tournament in Reno. (The poetry of bowling shall be explored in another post). You know folks, snow is gorgeous when you don't have to shovel it. We rode the gondola in Heavenly, South Lake Tahoe, up to the observation deck and it was magic. I've been celebrating National Poetry Month, and I'm going to let these pictures speak volumes. 
Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand - Plato 
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world - Walt Whitman 
The great poet is always a seer, seeing less with the eyes of the body than he does with the eyes of the mind - Oscar Wilde 
Blissfully cold. We smile from a top the world.
Beautiful pictures. Sometimes I miss living in California which seemed close to everything.
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What a view! Thanks for the look at snow, and the great poetry quotes!
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