When you possess light within, you see it externally. ~Anaïs Nin
In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary. ~Aaron Rose
All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds. ~ Richard Brautigan
still looking for faith
we reflect on redemption
so much more needed
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watching moonlight glow
if I extend my finger
can I touch the clouds
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We could almost taste the sadness in the air,
linking hands we ran,
pretending not to care,
knowing death chased us still…
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth
During the winter my attention was attracted to the changes in the stars and planets in the sky. ~Paul Nurse
Winter skies remind me
of places I’ve been
of moments in time now lost.
In a cold winter’s breath
magic slipped through my fingers.
Now when I look down
I see an old woman’s hands
with the same desires
of a young girl.
December can be cruel.
And finally Winter, with its bitin’, whinin’ wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.
Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
What with worries, personal sadness and dreadful illnesses, I have fallen woefully behind on my daily blips. This one was taken quite some time ago. The snow pictured here has melted …a long time ago. Now, according to the weather stations, more is on the way… Children will dream of more snowball fights. A White Christmas is a ‘foregone conclusion,’ they say. The gritters will be moving out…
…while I dream of summerland.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. ~Vincent Van Gogh
Dreams are only thoughts you didn’t have time to think about during the day. ~Author Unknown
at the coming of night
I always have
they come faster
have less meaning
is still there
for a wrong step
my soul whispers
at the silence
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long. ~
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.~
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
This is the chestnut tree.
A sentinel keeping watch
over the green.
Every year it hangs on
to a summer long forgotten
Soon it will be a skeleton
The green of its leaves
a mere memory
Today, a blizzard in Scotland,
Down south we have no snow
Just the frozen certainty
of more cold to come.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true ~ Lyman Frank Baum
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky. ~
Although the sun was shining, the sky just didn’t want to stop raining. Dixie and I dashed out in between rain showers for a walk.
I reached into my bag for the all important ball and as I looked up, I saw a rainbow! It was the most magical of moments because it was so unexpected. I suppose that is what makes seeing a rainbow so joyful. One never expects to see one.
So, needless to say, I spent quite a lot of time trying to photograph my little rainbow, but it was far more difficult than I had anticipated. There is this slightly disappointing one: Rainbow in the park . The actual rainbow was so much more vivid…
After chasing rainbows, with occasional tosses of the ball, for quite some time, my magical rainbow disappeared but I spotted this view through some shrubbery…
Busy chasing rainbows
I found you
Perhaps beauty is
just the willingness
The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us.~ Ashley Montagu
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon
men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that
emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews
a weary spirit.
– Robert Louis Stevenson
They are beautiful in their peace, they are wise in their silence.
They will stand after we are dust. They teach us, and we tend them.
– Galeain ip Altiem MacDunelmor
This is my birch tree going through its ‘autumn into winter’ transformation.
Soon there will be no leaves at all.
Winter is bearing down hard on us here in England. It’s not that it is that cold.. not yet, anyway. But it is just so dark and gloomy… and stark.
Looking out my window
The changing of the trees
I watch its dance with nature
Some days when the sun shines
It is like some minimalist artform
practicing its dance in my back garden
On days like today, however
it is a dark sentinel
a harbinger of days yet to come
a mystical, magical beast
that has wandered away from
a wood steeped in magic and menace
My imagination runs away with me you say