Voices in Humanism

Snowbound
Our hilltop home in New Hampshire, surrounded by forest, allows for solitude and the quietness to ‘hear’ the wind and snow. Robert Frost, writing of his New Hampshire home, expresses best for me the experience of winter’s snow in the last lines from ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’:

The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Photographer:
Louise Dierker, MD, MPH, MM, MFA
OSU College of Medicine Class of 1967
Following a career in medicine as a psychiatrist and psychoanalyst, Dr. Louise Dierker pursued her love of music, earning degrees in music composition.