Spring dances in –
Two steps forward and one step back.
Give way to soft pink light.
Blue skies are serenaded
By blur of wings and trees
Waiting to burst into bud.
And winter leaves behind
A fragile reminder of its return.
For more dancing, please visit: Our World.
One of the delights of having an early frost
Is that you can capture both frost and colour:
This is one of my favourite photos from October.
The lemon tones
Were repeated in this frosted yellow beauty
While the late autumn cone flowers
Danced in icy tutus to the music of the wind.
There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good. ~ Edwin Denby
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The first frost of the season
Sprinkled the flowers
With pink and ice.
Silken threads of web
Filled the spaces
Between frozen water drops.
The last rose of the season
Seemed more perfect in
And dropped a single petal
As a farewell to summer.
For more frosted stories, please visit: Our World.
We celebrated the spring equinox
With three days of snow.
But that doesn’t matter –
The equinox is the time when the world is
In perfect balance:
That moment when the light of day
And the dark of night are equal
All around the world.
And now, here in the northern hemisphere,
We go towards lighter times…
Even if we are enjoying the coldest ever winter this spring!
For more, balanced skies, please visit: Skywatch.
Let me take you back to the end of October last year,
To a cold day of frosted eyelashes on leaves.
It was a stunning bright day
Perfect for a drive out to the horse ranch
Sporting its old Grand Central clock on the side of the barn.
The brilliance of the sun
Turned the wires into art
And behind the frosted thistles
I discovered a secret world of rainbow bubbles.
On the way home, I stopped to admire
The endurance of this ancient rune stone
(And to wonder if the Simpsons was based on the pattern on the stone…
Look at those eyes!)
For more good times, please visit: Our World.
It’s cold and deliciously wintery now.
But a couple of weeks ago,
When it seemed as if winter would never arrive,
The promise of winter hung in
The frosted sky
Painting hopes and lake
With glorious tones of gold.
For more fabulous skies, please visit: Skywatch.
It’s still too mild and grey for November, so I’m looking back to the end of October
When the frost presented a cheery iced sun;
And a wild pink rose
Covered in cold eyelashes.
Further on, a rose bud
Shimmered with melted hopes and ice –
And I found myself
At the beating heart of nature itself.
For more flowery scenes, please visit: Our World.
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.
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.
Frosted boats in the early morning light.
A heron bows to the beauty of a crisp early morning
Before flying off
And lending its own poetry to the sky.
For more flights of fancy, please visit: Camera Critters.
Last week was Oscar’s birthday
(He’s the dog)
And a gloriously frosty day.
The delicate inner ear of a rose
offered up its secret beauty.
Sunlight sparkled on the pink ears
Of a brave flower still in bloom.
We visited a thousand-year-old rune stone
Rising out of the ground like a tooth,
To remind us that these are the golden years,
The moments to seize, to bathe in,
To remember while they last.
For more golden moments, please visit: Our World.
I love the bare bones of winter. The windswept solitary landscapes that speak of cold and golden moments of stillness.
It’s a mistake to think that winter is a dead season. It’s a season of well-deserved rest for nature,
And beneath those bones, there is furious activity after a long period of sleep. Seeds are popping, roots growing,
Flowers waiting patiently to be born.
Beneath the weight of ice and snow, there is a feeling of something more…
Something is waiting there.
It’s just that we can’t see the whole story.
For more winter (or summer skies), please visit: Skywatch.
Not much happens in my life. I work, I play, I laugh, I cry.
I focus on the small wonders of life.
A luminous leaf nestled in diamonds.
A strawberry jewel in the frost.
I have faith – even in the dark times – that there is beauty in the ordinary
And that life, in all its frailty, still contains the miraculous.
For more beauty, please visit: My World.
Nothing – and everything – happens on my street.
Lives are lived out in tears and laughter.
Seasons enjoyed and wondered at.
My street is just that – a street with twenty-one houses flanking both sides.
Some of the houses are right on the lake – but not ours. (Which is probably just as well as I would be glued to the windows with a camera in my hand!)
I can open the door and find myself by the lake in a few seconds flat – ready to document the first snow that arrived only five days after the first hard frost – and which sadly disappeared only a day later.
If you walked with me by the lake, we might stop to admire the rickety old jetty with its view of the farm on the other side of the water.
We could laugh with joy as we watch the melting snow bouncing on the path to create rainbows.
And, if we’re really lucky, we could catch those magical snowflakes and appreciate the beauty of our seemingly mundane lives.
For more magic, please visit: My World. (And remember to click each photo to enlarge it.)
September became October and offered the early riser a perfect lawn of lacy grass.
Crunchy frostiness underfoot. Tingling fingers encased in long-forgotten gloves.
The ghostly ground veiled in white offered the perfect contrast to the rich colours of trees and house.
A tree laden with rowan berries – a harbinger of a snowy winter. Peeking through the branches, a shy farm displays its new roof of frost, as if to say: At last! Autumn is here!
For more glimpses of the world around us, visit: That’s My World!
Sometimes – in that hiatus between real winter and the thaw that teases us with hints of the spring to come…
… the world becomes a haze of grey skies and slushy snow the colour of old leaves.
That is when the spirits soar on the discovery of some much-needed colour.
Sometimes it is hard to see the beauty that is staring you every day in the face.