Sunday, January 25

the femininity of winter (part deux)







she often stops and stares at the bluejay, he is aggresive but so beautiful. she watches him fly all around her, she is convinced she could befriend it. perhaps if she sewed a nest of lace and fed it shimmering things he would keep her company on her journey.

12 comments:

Sunflower said...

birds do embrace our souls with a kind of heavenly voice, don't they? i love birds, too. i have often wished that i could become a tiny, little bird.....to be that precious and fragile, that my spirit could watch a person as they sat on a park bench, alone, and make them feel that they are the most wonderful person in the world by my sweet, little singing voice. this morning, in all of my melancholy and sadness, a bird's voice touched my heart and made me smile. how happy i felt to not be alone at that moment, because of a tiny, little unseen bird outside my window on a winter morning.

jo said...

<3

simply gorgeous...

Aran said...

oh those colors!!!

amy said...

wonderful colors! they work so well together!

Claire said...

i feel fragile today. very fragile.i would also like a nest of lace please.

Tartelette said...

You are a color artist! You are probably an incredible painter...if you paint that is....

rebecca {at} thrilled by the thought said...

So lovely!

Mary-Laure said...

I love your candy colored lace...

Chessa! said...

sigh...
so beautiful.

kendalee said...

I think that bluejay would be very tempted to stay! Beautiful.

sofia barĂ£o said...

the colors and the lace...uhhmm I love it.
Nadia, I'm worried, you said you sent me something but I never got it on the mail, hope it's not lost.

karina Manghi said...

Love this series of posts!!!
I will re read it in my winter.