The best openings are the one’s we carve for ourselves. We spent New Year’s Eve reminiscing about eighteen years of togetherness. Stayed up past midnight, and talked about our future. Hope coloured our words. Sculpting has been on my mind – not literally, but in the sense of chipping away at the outer facade to […]
Tracks on ice remind me that even in the depth of winter there is movement. I am conflicted by the onset of cold: resigned to spending more time indoors, and already feeling the restlessness set in. Art projects line up, encouraged by the many related gifts I received for Christmas. Writing calls to me too […]
Winter paints the landscape in monochrome hues – frosted blue waters reflected in iced trees, The greys and browns of goose featherscamouflaged against a buff backdrop. (for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Basically One Colour or Hue.)
How many winter walksended with burrs mattedin curly Wheaton hair;how you wriggledto escape the grooming,how we laughed at yourjokester antics? Your spirit still fillsthe empty spaces,I hear the jingle of your collar, catcha whiff of terrier fluff,pull on an invisible leashwhenever I encounter burrs. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)
There is nothing like a baby around to lift the spirits. And, they make me nostalgic. As does this video of our granddaughter’s recent carolling. Where have the years gone? (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week: babies, and Lens-Artists: nostalgic)
A mid-morning glidegeese on frosted river A glance bank at Summercone flowers snugly coupled Two tasty treats, memoriesof late October tricks… (For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: two of anything.)