18 January 2014
“As she crossed the river, a rumour of sunshine stood behind the clouds.”
- Markus Zusak, from "The Book Thief" , p.472
It’s magical, how an outline of new snowfall transforms the commonplace into something entirely serene and worthy of pause-ful contemplation.
17 January 2014
“I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations.”
16 January 2014
15 January 2014
For the weather whingers out there who bemoaned the cold and snow: I hope you’re happy now.
Rainy days in the low 40s Fahrenheit resolving to nighttime lows around freezing make for an interesting morning commute hereabouts.
But beauty still abounds, as here in the misting rain suspended on last season’s tenacious leaves.
14 January 2014
An early afternoon winter sun, high in the sky, creates replica twigs on the snow‘s surface.
Walking behind our shadows along a Forest Service road, I was reminded of entertaining childhood saunters. After the school bus spit us out at the top of our driveway, we'd dawdle our way to the house, procrastinating against daily chores. Inevitably, one naughty shadow child would box someone else’s shadow head. And thus began a round of shadow pokes, acrobatic kicks and twisting evasions, backed by much giggling and an occasional triumphant “I got you!”. Good times.
And no one ever lost an eye. Shadows are amenable that way.