At the Edge of the Ice

Sometimes, no words are needed.

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Squirrel in the Snow

amidst familiar realities transformed into landscapes of unwelcoming frigidity, harmonize like a squirrel in the snow, drawing on autumnal bounties and memories of summers past, for soon icicles will melt away, freeing frozen dreams in Spring's long awaited thaw

Changing Seasons 2016: December

During December I again photographed the meadow, wooded area and stream in my village for Cardinal Guzman's Monthly Changing Seasons challenge. With the busyness of Christmas preparations, along with an unseasonably warm but drearily overcast month, I only managed a handful of visits to my favourite place, but luckily those few walks gave me plenty of pictures!... Continue Reading →

Late Bloomer

willful late bloomer shrouded by chill apathy awaiting sun's touch I had intended to share my November Changing Seasons post today, but, as it's getting late here and it's still not ready to go, I thought I'd share one of the pictures I took during November instead. The haiku was written in my notepad with somewhat frozen fingers while I was... Continue Reading →

Dionysus Smiles

lord of wild spaces revelling in vibrant shades before frosts return I thought I'd take a little break from my NaNoWriMo writing to share a couple of photos and a haiku with you. These pictures were both taken in my sister's garden - a fascinating area that's full of little moss covered statues and odd... Continue Reading →

From Winter

   From Winter Retreat, huddle down, as darkness creeps ever further over the barren landscape. Icicle fingers bind tight; hearts and minds joyless, fearful in Winter’s captivity. A flickering glimmer of light amidst shadow. Watch night retreat. A shaft of pale daylight dances across the pristine crystals clothing nature’s naked beauty. A jubilant laugh; a... Continue Reading →

Winter Sleep

    Winter Sleep Winter’s chill creeps and the urge to sleep engulfs nature’s domain, with earthen blankets overlaid with the softest of white coverlets concealing dormant heads, as life retreats from frosty air to await the sun's return.  

Midwinter Child

Midwinter Child As winter strengthens its hold on the land, the light of the sun fades into oblivion’s void, endless night draining joy from the world. Hear the solstice bells chime as pale rays glimmer in a cloud-laden sky, a midwinter child, new-born, cradled in the Mother’s arms, a bearer of hope for future life.... Continue Reading →

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