Winter has many forms of beauty —
Sometimes it’s clear ice and cloudy skies,
Or a burst of pink dawn;
At other times, it’s golden fog
Or a honey glow over cottage and snow.
All photos taken with my mobile phone, so please excuse the quality.
I’m away for work this week, so may not have time
To get around to your blogs.
When the dawn is ablaze in lilac
And the rising sun paints the treetops gold…
The result is just breath-taking!
(I have a crazy busy week ahead of me
So won’t be around much.)
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And pop into: Skywatch.
As the sun was rising in gorgeous pink tones,
The bare trees of November and the frosted ground
Cast beautiful reflections on the lake.
There is so much beauty
In the minimalism of a buoy stuck in ice
And a float to keep us anchored
In case we fly away on the dreaminess of the
Stunning pink dawn.
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Wonderful things happen when the sun
Breaks through in a ball of golden glow.
The sunshine hitting cold ground
Creates an angel of light
As fog rises to meet the dawn.
Cobwebs strung across the fields
Are delicate, golden threads
And feathery fluff from wild flowers
Rests among friends in a field
Of golden bokeh.
(By the way, it started to snow here on November 1st!)
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When the sun rises
And autumn leaves catch fire,
You can see copper flames
Reflected in the lake,
And lemon lanterns
Lighting the way to winter.
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I slowly make my way down to the lake,
Hoping to see autumn miracles.
The early morning is moody and mysterious,
Yet I glimpse masterpieces of autumn
In the gloomy light.
As it gets brighter, the peaceful grey sky
Makes the colours of leaves and fur pop.
The dogs chase one another,
Oblivious of the copper and gold around them.
When I get back to the boat that you see in the second photo,
The sun shines — leaving me with the beautiful taste
Of lemon glaze on water.
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Living near a new part of the lake
Gives wide views from stony cliffs.
Ruby glows among the autumn leaves
As she jumps up on a big rock that is more than 2 metres high.
Simmie prefers to camouflage himself
Among the yellow lanterns of leaves.
A leaf shines
Like a ruby;
And the brilliance of a fallen leaf
Reflects onto rock like molten gold.
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When I was in New Jersey in April, I visited Liberty Park.
It’s home to the Empty Sky memorial
And the outdoor waiting area and old railway station
That used to take immigrants to their new homes all over the USA.
Both places are near each other — and it struck me
How they are almost opposites: the one being all about destruction and loss;
The other (in need of renovation – see last photo) a reminder of an age of tolerance and understanding.
Now that there is a harder attitude to refugees and immigrants and otherness
Around the world – it is somehow comforting to think that once the sky wasn’t empty,
But filled with open arms for people looking for a better life.
There was less ‘we and them’ and more ‘us’.
It’s my hope that there will be less hate and more love in the world.
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I have lots more photos from Portugal to share with you —
But I thought I’d take a break this week
And show you the beauty of raindrops
Dancing on the edge of
Beautiful green leaves (some would say weeds).
These shots remind me of a lovely Tagore quote:
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
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It’s always fun finding
The quirky side to a new place.
Ericeira, a small coastal village in Portugal,
Blue me away with its lovely azure glass tiles
And hand-y door knobs.
Aren’t they just blue-tiful?
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