46 Terrapin Rock in winter
Terrapin Rock in winter
Let the reader of these lines, if he can, conjure up in imagination anything more weirdly beautiful than this view of Terrapin Rock in winter. The distant Falls are swathed in mist. The faraway Canadian bluffs are masses of silvery whiteness. The nearer foreground is a tangled mass of snow and ice and denuded foliage. Yet beneath this iron clasp of winter the torrent of Niagara rolls on unchecked, knowing no master, stayed by no barrier.
Let the reader of these lines, if he can, conjure up in imagination anything more weirdly beautiful than this view of Terrapin Rock in winter. The distant Falls are swathed in mist. The faraway Canadian bluffs are masses of silvery whiteness. The nearer foreground is a tangled mass of snow and ice and denuded foliage. Yet beneath this iron clasp of winter the torrent of Niagara rolls on unchecked, knowing no master, stayed by no barrier.
Dieses Kapitel ist Teil des Buches Niagara - in Summer and Winter
