“Beauty at low temperatures is beauty” – Joseph Brodsky

“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.” ― Alexander Pope

The hills of West Virginia are always nice to look at. In summer, these geologic wonders are attractive in a way that needs no explanation.

But in winter, when the temperature drops, and a thin blanket of snow covers the land, and the horizon fades into whiteness, and the wind dies down, and large, octangular clumps of crystallized water drift in the air like drunken moths, the hills of West Virginia are beautiful in a way that demands further clarification.

Jesse Wright took all but one of the photos below on January 29, 2017 during the Morgantown Mountain Goats weekly disc golf league at Dorsey’s Knob Park in West Virginia. He took the second to last photo one week prior. Jesse’s photos go a long way in clarifying the beauty of West Virginia, but they also reveal the dual nature of light and the naked fact that darkness is a recurrent and sometimes persistent condition. Check out more of Jesse’s photography at West Virginia Disc Golf.

“The sun closes her gold fan and nothing is left but black and white.” — Sharon Olds
“Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.” ― Robert Frost


“I said the mountains looked like white elephants. Wasn’t that bright?” ― Ernest Hemingway

“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.” ― William Shakespeare
“I think you ought to turn around and head back to Miami.” ― Elmore Leonard
“Of all the things I am not very good at, living in the real world is perhaps the most outstanding.” ― Bill Bryson


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