it is tuesday, i hope you forgive me for not posting more regualrly. as i write you the sun is shinning bright, the air cool but not overly cold. the calendar is a day away from march which took me by surprise this morning. a winter storm is coming, at least that is what is promised and if you speak to a Vermonter they will say the worst storms have been in march. i do not mind it since talk like that always gets me excited for the possibility of snow shoeing something that this snow less winter has not allowed for. I am listening to the new leornard cohen cd as i type this, such a poet but his voice is one that takes me back to my past and lets me walk among the "what was once" for a while. the eggs have been gathered, the barn swept and lunch hay has been tossed to the horses. the ducks and chickens are sleeping in the forest among twigs and leaves, sophie and grace stand on guard. I have been working on myself both physically and mentally, i am trying my hand at raw foods once again but this time allowing myself some mindful prepared warm vegetables and tea when my body calls for it.
the first photograph in this series i was able to capture dust in the light. i looked at it for a long while. even dust can sparkle...... i want to thank you for always being kind and taking time to comment, they have filled me with pride yet i am always humbled by them.
15 comments:
So beautiful!
dust particles dancing in the light, like an elusive, immaterial presence. just wonderful.
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It looks like magic dust..
wonderful pictures!
such beautiful eggs and the mood... i wouldn't mind being stuck in a march storm on the hill. what a sight that would be!
Beautiful light and imagery.
I like that red chair! :)
you are an artist. you know just what to capture, what will thrill and comfort.
great pictures.
i got lost in my days and a few health issues. i did not finish madame bovary. i am sorry.
take care and enjoy the storm, if it comes.
Love them all, esp. the sweet peek at Sophie. While the rest of the photos look sturdy, grounded and solid, the first one dances with light. Snow storm called for here tonight also. February has been so mild; bulbs and buds are appearing and the ponies are starting to shed. Wondering how much of a winter wonderland we’ll awake to… Sweet dreams.
Stunning! Reminds me of childhood scenes in Normandy!
Who knew dust could be so beautiful?!
i always feel somewhat let down when a season doesn't live up to my expectations of it so i will be wishing you snow!
and leonard cohen? oh, he knows the language of hearts.
The light in these photos is very, very special. Something magical is happening here. It's quite beautiful to behold.
Those eggs look like jewels. Maybe they are.
March arrived without fanfare but with a jolt of awareness that was time was passing. A photograph can capture the light as it dances through the moments of our time and place. It is lovely that you share this place with us.
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