front of house
a winter morning
everything held
still
as
silence
object #4 and random pics
6 hours ago
Saturday, January 12, 2013
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- the dining room window into the back yard
- becoming rather than become
- winter branches
- what is on their mind?
- mid winter
- friday night bike ride
- managing the cold
- biking in january
- inclinations
- the thrum of her imagining
- winter biking
- [month of] january
- a single drop of dew
- the shadows . . .
- the old story . . .
- scarves
- island (i)
- when in doubt
- sunday
- still as silence
- a little glimpse
- this bridge between hard places
- simply a song
- late afternoon by the sea
- desire gratified
- a loosened spirit
- it lingers somehow
- i absorb the shining
- this we have
- look what happens!
- the new year's day ice cat
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3 comments:
...there could be a deep longing for greenery especially when you're surrounded by too much dullness...how one misses the hovering of birds from boughs to boughs while chanting their early morning psalms... smiles...
i do miss the birds kelvin s.m.
the shift to grey scale is challenging also as i do like colour.
steven
I love the colours of autumn the best but there is something about the clean, bright, glittering whiteness of snow that I find very uplifting and smile-inducing.
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