Posts tagged “beauty

Fleeting beauty

There is nothing as joyful

As walking underneath the pink clouds

(Waving gently in the wind)

Of the sakura or Japanese cherry blossoms.

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They remind us that life

Is intense and fleeting

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As it follows the natural cycles

Of birth and death and renewal.

Buds

They flower for such a short time, like us,

And remind us that we too are as beautiful

And transient as a cherry blossom.

Open and shut copy

For more blossoming stories, please visit: Our World.


Swan light

I do believe

The wings of the swan

Love the light of the setting sun.

 

Swan sunset copy

“Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.” — Mary Oliver

For more lovely light, please visit: Skywatch.


Spring sparkles

It was one of those perfect spring evenings

When the sun made stars out of water

Perfect evening

And Oscar made abstract art

Out of water pearls.

Shake

On the way home, I turned around

To see my daughter caught in the fairy glitter

And become one with nature.

Bright light

The setting sun

Threw its golden drops

On grass and woodland flowers

As if to say: Stop. Look. Listen.

And appreciate.

Golden light copy

For more fairy glitter, please visit: Our World.


Dawn gold

Something woke me up far too early (before 5 am).

Perhaps it was the golden silence

Calling my name;

Dawn 1

Or the beaver in the lake

As he swam through watery clouds.

Dawn 3

Perhaps it was the glory

Of a new day whispering:

Do not miss a single golden moment.

Dawn copy

For more gold, please visit: Skywatch.


Beribboned

An April sunset

Of soft ribbons in the sky

Crimson beauty

That blush as they kiss

The still surface of the water.

Crimson 1

A lone tree and I

Enjoy the sight of a double bridge

Of crimson beauty.

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For more loveliness, please visit: Skywatch.


The Yin and Yang

A while back, my daughter received a bouquet of flowers after singing in her school show.

As they graced the kitchen table, I notice a bright beam of light leading the eye to

A bud holding the fuzzy promise of hope to come –

In stark contrast to the unfurled beauty of a tulip already in full bloom.

Bud

I took the bouquet outside

Into the gentle snow,

snowy vase

And enjoyed the yin of the white snowflakes

On the yang of the rich red petals.

Snowflaked red tulip

Suddenly, my philosophical mood was broken

By Oscar photobombing my photo session.

But I guess that’s what yin and yang is all about –

Complementary forces (even if it is just a dog’s tail)

Forming harmony to remind us

That we are all part of a greater whole.

Photobombed

For balance, please visit: Our World.


Finding rainbows

Sometimes you can find beauty in the most unexpected places.

Entering the interior of Paris’ oldest church, Eglise Saint-Germain-des-Pres, once so mighty but now eclipsed by Notre Dame,

I was struck by the beauty of a humble set of chairs next to some ancient chipped pillars.

Chairs

The light from the stained glass window behind them

Transformed the chairs into miracles of colour and form

Rainbow chairs copy

And the floor, worn by centuries of visitors,

Became a dazzling thing of rainbow beauty.

(I have to say that out of all my Paris photos, these are some of my favourites.)

“The most astonishing thing about miracles is that they happen.”
G. K. Chesterton

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For more everyday miracles, please visit: Our World.


Snow blossoms

There is something so delightful

About the bright light of spring

And the cold of a lingering winter.

If you look carefully, you can find snow moons

Dancing on the snow.

Snow moons copy

And instead of flowers,

We have snow blossoms

And dazzling light.

snow blossoms

And – just as in real life –

You might be lucky to find

A diamond in the rough.

Diamond in the rough

For more hidden jewels, please visit: Our World.


The many shades of cold

Since we’ve had fresh snow and sinking temperatures –

Down to minus 19 C this week –

I am inspired to show you the colours of cold.

Cold fog

Sometimes the cold is a golden fog,

Sometimes an intense orange framed by trees.

Freezing orange fog copy

When the dawn is really cold,

The fingers of the sun paint the treetops

With frosted red.

Cold and orange

My favourite winter colour

Has to be the diamond carpet of snow

Topped off by dazzling blue skies and sun –

It’s moments like these that lift my spirits.

Blue skies and Oscar

For more winter/summer shots, please visit: Skywatch.


Dawn’s blush

That first blush of dawn

Is a marvel of pink and purple and cold.

Pink trees

The hidden birdhouse

Enjoys wonderful views from its perch.

Birdhouse

As dawn’s blush fades

The crooked trees stand still -

And like me -

Enjoy the moment.

Crooked trees copy

For more colours, please visit: Skywatch.


Snow fairies

I love it when the snow fairies come to visit:

Turning pine trees into candles;

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Decorating reeds

With garlands of ice –

Ice crystals

And giving them hair-dos

Made out of spiky crystals.

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The sunlight filters through

Icy fairy art to warm a long-forgotten leaf

Filtered sunlight

And to remind us that we are intertwined –

Together, we can make

The mundane magic.

Intertwined copy

For more fairytale worlds, please visit: Our World.


Making your own pattern

Sometimes in the middle of winter

I like to nourish myself

With the patterns and colours

And silhouettes of vibrant summer.

This shot reminds me that

You don’t always have to go with the flow –

Going against it can also create beauty.

Summery memory

For more vibrant creatures, please visit: Camera Critters.


Golden lace

About a month ago, the ice was finally thick enough

For the snowplough to come and make an ice skating track around the lake.

This was happy news as I was finally able to walk over the lake

To enjoy the beauty of the setting sun

Winter susnset

As it cast its net of light

And turned branches into golden lace.

Golden lace

I met a woman out with her camera too –

And for a few minutes, we shared a bond

As we enjoyed the simple gift of the sinking sun.

Taking photos

For more golden skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Chandeliers in the sky

Endless blue skies,

Beautiful snow,

A sunbathing dog  –

Blue sky and Oscar

And crystal chandeliers

Glittering in the sun.

My paradise!

Blue sky tree

For more sparkling skies, please visit: Skywatch.

And swing by Camera Critters too!


Shades of grey

You’re not tired of snowy pictures yet, are you?

Good. Because neither am I!

Snow scene

The skies are often grey over here

As they are weighed down by snow clouds.

But that suits my world so full of grey and silver highlights.

Grey and white

Roofs are utterly delicious

As they remain hidden under white frosting

And cats smile under snowy hats.

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My favourite view is this lovely grey wooden house

With a wonderful curl of roof icing.

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For more lovely greys, please visit: Our World.

Here is my most popular post ever – about the beauty of grey.


Cathedral of light

A rare and magnificent gift from winter:

A cathedral of light.

Rays

For more lovely presents, please visit: Skywatch.

Want to get to know me a little better? Then visit Amazing Australian Adventures, who interviewed me recently. (Remember to check out her lovely photos too if you have time!)


Chasing the light

The skies over the past few weeks have been grey –

So I’ve been chasing down the light.

I found it framed in golden fog

Hanging over the lake;

Framed

It danced over the football field

On fairy rainbow feet.

Snow rainbow

And, there – at last -

Like a cold winter flower

It blossomed in rays of light.

Rays in trees

For more de-light-full posts, please visit: Skywatch.


Dawn, reflected

The Christmas skies so far have been white and heavy with snow.

So, I went digging in the archives to find photos from last Christmas –

When we still hadn’t had any snow or ice:

Just a beautiful celebratory reflected sky

Dawn reflected_1

And a dog who was overjoyed

To take a Christmas swim.

Oscar-on jetty

For more festive posts, please visit: Skywatch.

And visit Camera Critters too!


The lost art of tree hugging

We tend to take them for granted – the trees –

Even when their bare bones

Create art on a sun-drenched wall in winter;

Tree sculpture

Or when the mistletoe

Hangs like disco balls from their weathered branches.

Bergianska

Some say ‘tree hugger’ as if it were a bad thing.

But I agree with my son,

More of us ought to take the time to thank the trees

For their beauty.

Tree hugging

For more tree-mendous posts, please visit: Our World.


Frosted skies

It’s cold and deliciously wintery now.

But a couple of weeks ago,

When it seemed as if winter would never arrive,

Frosted skies

The promise of winter hung in

The frosted sky

Painting hopes and lake

With glorious tones of gold.

Sunrise copy

For more fabulous skies, please visit: Skywatch.


The grand finale

It takes but a short time to go from a blaze of colours

To the soft grey pastels of November.

But autumn knows how to make

A stunning grand finale –

Teaching us that finales

Are also glorious transformations.

(Picture taken a couple of weeks ago. It’s grey and bare here at the moment.)

For more last stands, please visit: Our World.


Magical light

When the sky burns bright

As the sun sets

And the red turns

Into a magical purple tapestry…

Then the only response possible

Is one of wonder

And thankfulness.

For more great-full skies, please visit: Skywatch.


Of silver and feathers

After many days of mild grey weather,

The early morning light

Carried whispers on the breeze

Of a frosty world of silver.

(See how the iced reeds match the bark of the silver birches?)

In the silence of that iced-over dawn

Peace floated down

As light and beautiful as a feather.

For more peace, please visit: Our World.


Leaf ballet

Autumn was short-lived and intense this year.

But last weekend I had an amazing experience.

In the distance, I saw a sunny bower of branches

And a shower of leaves dancing in the wind as they fell to the ground.

I stood under those trees and listened.

The leaves danced and twirled and fluttered down on me,

Sounding like gentle rain as they came to rest on hair, ground and an icy bench.

I like to look for the new beginnings in these ends.

Don’t leaf without visiting: Our World.


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