i found
a little window in the snow
holding my breath
i moved closer
to see inside
a world
of soft round pebbles
sleeping
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
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25 comments:
How like a cloud, how like stars yes, stars, is snow up close.
In middle of the galaxy you find the portal and look!
Jupiter and Mars.
Three of my favourite things: stars, snow and pebbles. Thankyou for noticing these hidden worlds within worlds.
How lovely, Steven, this little nest of stones, like hibernating bears.
I hope they weren't stone cold....
Your new header is marvellous.
dan when i first saw this photograph i was reminded of that magical moment when the clouds break and you can see the ground. thankyou for your kind comment. steven
rachel - it's amazing what you see when time slows down to almost nothing! steven
elisabeth ha! i hadn't thought of that! those guys are out there right now having their big snooze. steven
elizabeth thankyou. it's a piece of the black cherry tree out front. the pebbles - well i left them in stony silence! steven
SWEET!! Wow. So glad you took the time to notice.
this is so lovely!
thank you oh so much Steven!
Oh Steven! Your post evoked the memory of a poem read a while back. It took some time to find it again but I'm so glad to have the chance to share it with you:
"In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
Long ago."
Christina Rossetti
She with her Earth as iron and water like a stone...you with your soft round pebbles and window in the snow. What beauty is captured in poetry!
Thank you.
oh, very cool steven. very andy goldworthy.
Everybody must get stoned- Of course they are sleeping- it is very tiring to be a pebble, having to hold the world where it belongs. Pebbles do so much more than we ever thought! Lucky to have found them there all nestled in. You have super powers when it comes to vision...and words.
I can see why you held your breath steven.
that moment of discovery brought tears to my eyes,
thank you for sharing it.
liza - i'm hoping that you are able to carry your friend through their current trial. steven
linda sue! there are sleeping rocks all over this house - with it being winter and all - we bring in the "special" rocks for the winter so they have a bit cosier time of it. yes they work hard. people just don't see it that often. steven
ellen - andy is a star artist in my world! my favourite documentary film is rivers and tides. oh my. oh very my!!! steven
jo i really admire christina rossetti's writing. i haven't shared any of her writing for a long time so thankyou for letting her voice have a place here again after long silence. steven
reya - the small happenings, happenstance, remind me of the small and large movements that sing their songs regardless of the details of the surface of this world which can consume energy like nothing else and leave no substance. steven
splendid! thankyou very much. steven
i feel as I read I was there with you. silent witness...
dulce i'm always glad for company!!! steven
What a precious vignette, from the minuscule to the infinite.
This is a very quietly, joyful observation, like peeking in on a sleeping baby. Shhhhhh.... =D
Just checking to see what you were thinking about/seeing on my birthday. What a pleasing image! It really does look like a window on the sub-icean world.
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