Thursday, January 22, 2015
ready for viewing
The sky is an ever changing work of art. What is it that keeps us from running out of our homes and places of work to see what it looks like NOW?
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
winter's voice
"Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day." ~Virginia Woolf
Have you heard the voice of the woods, of late,
through the cold and wintry air?
Monday, January 12, 2015
Unlike Any Other Beauty
"There is peace there: and silence is there--and, withal, a beauty that is not like any other beauty." Fiona Macleod speaking of the highlands in winter
*A Sunday afternoon walk through the woods behind my house renders to me the peace, silence and beauty Macleod so eloquently speaks of.
*A Sunday afternoon walk through the woods behind my house renders to me the peace, silence and beauty Macleod so eloquently speaks of.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
lessons from a pond in winter
there is a thing called
raw
cold
beauty
even feathers
get stuck sometimes
(take heart; spring is coming)
it doesn't matter if i understand how
it all happens
but my choice to see
or not to see
is daily life or death
to me
"What a severe yet master artist old Winter is.....No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel." ~John Burroughs "The Snow-Walkers" 1866
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
New Year's Eve Request
is
past
today i stand poised
on the edge of eternitysometimes afraid
You have said
I am "never alone"
at times
will falter
help me proceed
purposefully
beyond
the trees
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
wondering
how can it be
i see a sight
such as this
on an
ordinary Wednesday?
"I really believe there are things nobody would see if i didn't photography them." ~Diane Arbus
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