About a week ago I stepped outside and saw this-a land freshly sparkling in new snow. So I took pictures of the loveliness. Here are those pictures along with a poem I wrote about snow for 'Ardhoniel' a few weeks ago and some pictures of the inside of the chapel.
Snow lay softly and gleamed
in the light of the awakening sun~
light, like silken threads it seemed
as it shimmered though the trees
and past their dark silhouettes.
All was still; not a breeze
altered the hush: snow lay softly.
Snow clung to the pines. And the red oaks still haven't given up all their leaves.
These are some of the longest icicles, hanging from the roof of the girls' dorm. They are over 6 feet long.
Lanterns light the path from the girls' dorm.
Coming to the end of the path, this is the delivery truck inching over the ice rink known as the parking lot. And a senior walks by, adding some 'human interest' to these photos. 
He's going over to the library where all our classes are held. With a school no more than 85 students, only three classrooms are needed, and they fit comfortably into one building. This building also holds an extensive library which wraps around the walls of the classrooms and sits in semi-organized stacks in the basement. These is also a computer room which brags of 6 computers and an art studio. One of the classrooms has a wooden floor, for which reason it is called the ballroom. By clearing out or rearranging the tables and chairs, it becomes a dance floor for formal dances, ballet lessons, an open area for fencing, and a makeshift theater for plays.
Overhead, the sun shines weakly through the clouds.
When you first step into the chapel (which used to be a barn, back when this land was a farm), this is what you see.
The tabernacle.
The crucifix on the alter
One of the station of the cross.
An illustrated book with the mass readings.
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