two
very different trees.
two
very different perspectives.
on new year's day
i long to meet my parents
as they were before my birth.
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20 comments:
How beautiful. Thank you, and happy new year!
Are these tree photos ones that you took? Is the body of water the same in each photo?
I LOVE these photos. Oh, and that gray sky!! Love it.
I love the poem, but here is how my heart wants it to read: On New Year's Day, I love to meet my parents as they were at their birth.
I love to imagine my parents as newborn babies swaddled in a blanket and I simply rock and hold them.
Happy New Year! (As I type this comment we still have 53 minutes to go.)
kerry thankyou very much and a happy new year for you also. steven
hi dan, the photos were taken by lake ontario (yes by me!) within ten minutes of each other. i took them on december twenty-sixth in mid-afternoon. the first tree is one that my dad took a lot of pictures of. the second tree is one that i have looked at and wanted a particular vantage point for which came about due to the lack of snow and ice so far this winter in the area in which the photograph was taken. i hope that helps! have a peaceful day. steven
What a beautiful wish, and what wonderful trees. Variety is the spice of life, eh?
So glad that your parents came together to create you. You are a shining light, Steven.
Happy new year!!
Ah, you've started my New Year off right...I love trees!
Hope 2010 brings all you want...and then some. ;)
hello jenny stevning - i like your reworking of natsume's poem. your new years was three hours after ours. i went out and saw the full moon - very soft in the falling snow but visible all the same. two in the same month! have a peaceful day. steven
hello hope - i love trees for the stories they tell! have a peaceful first day and of course much joy and contentment through this year! steven
hello reya - thankyou for your very kind comment. i love sameness and variety equally. but variety makes me feel alive. sameness reinforces my sense of needing to be alive. on my birthday i like to thank my mum for having me. happy new year reya!!! steven
Here's a different kind of fairy story, just for your daughter! Sorry this is the only way I can get it to you...
Look And Listen
Fairies, fragile winged, fast-flying,
brilliantly outshine the lights
reflected by the sparkling dew-drops
left on blossoms overnight.
Pollen-laden stamens glisten,
surrounded by the glowing gems
of velvet flowers' scented mantles
swirling crenulated hems.
Gladly, bees collect this treasure,
toiling morning until night,
but fairies, far too busy playing,
gambol to their heart’s delight.
If you listen, still and silent,
you may hear their tinkling tones,
see the showers of golden sun-motes
as fairies frolic while bees drone.
The two pictures are nice the way they were taken.
I have found some nice photos from 2007 and 2008 that I would like to use in my blogs but last night was a bad night for me and I didn't get much rest. Most of the time I had one coughing fit after another. I thought I would try to just say, "thanks" to those who stopped today. I appreciate the comments, visits and prayers. I hope things will get back to normal soon.
What an interesting wish Steven. To see our parents as they were in their youth would certainly bring a new perspective to our lives.
All the best for 2010!
I love this 'I long to meet my parents as they were before my birth.' You have a way with words I find enviable. Every happiness in the new year.
Warm regards,
Simone.
hey abe thanks so much. i don't know why i didn't know you were fighting the bug but goodness gracious my friend i wish you better health and a joyous new year. my prayers are winging your way. steven
hey barry, can you imagine?!! so much of what we assume or carry as tucked away emotions would come to the forefront. have a peaceful day. steven
hi simone, they aren't my words but certainly my thoughts!!! i notice that you write and i am in envy of people who can assemble a necklace of thoughts and ideas into something resembling a narrative. i remain comfortable with moments. i wish you every success this year in your work as a writer. i read your work posted today and it's really clever and creative. steven
Hee hee, I'm not sure I want my kids to know me before they were born.
The trees are standing poetry, Steven. I love the story trees have to tell, and they speak to each of us in a different way. Awesome photos, as always.
I would love to have known my parents when they met each other, before life had worn them down. My parents were older by the time I came along and had experienced a lot; it would have been nice to have known them when they were young and... Well, perhaps a happier time.
Hope you are enjoying the New Year, Steven.
Wishing you much happiness, peace and joy in this new year.
such lovely trees...
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