Thursday 31 January 2008

the white queen dreaming of white flowers...

The flake of snow grew larger and larger; and at last it was like a young lady, dressed in the finest white gauze, made of a million little flakes like stars. She was so beautiful and delicate, but she was of ice, of dazzling, sparkling ice; yet she lived; her eyes gazed fixedly, like two stars; but there was neither quiet nor repose in them. She nodded towards the window, and beckoned with her hand. The little boy was frightened, and jumped down from the chair; it seemed to him as if, at the same moment, a large bird flew past the window.

Andersen, The Snow Queen


  1. i love the photos and quote.

  2. thank you. somehow I was sure you would, I thought about it when I posted the white flowers.