Posts tagged “trees

Light, returning

The aria of light returning

Is beautiful music indeed.

Light returning

The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.
~John Greenleaf Whittier

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Frosted delight

Come and let’s take a walk through my enchanted world.

In the early morning, the freezing temperatures

Create art out of silver beeches


And the hoar-frosted trees frame

The pyramid of the swings at the end of our street.

Hoar frost swings

Once out on the lake, I walk past

An enchanted red boat house

Hiding among frosted branches.

Hoar frost - red house copy

Zooming out with my lens, I see the boat house

Belongs to this summer cottage

Patiently waiting for warmer days.

As for me, I’m enjoying the last cold days

Of magical hoar frost and ice.

Hoar frost - red house 2

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Under home skies

I might not live anywhere special —

My little house is in a row

Behind the houses you see on the left.

But we do have a great location

Right by the lake.

Silver trees

And when the sun shines through

Magical frosted trees,

The skies — and all underneath them — suddenly seem so very lovely.

Trees - SOC

I’m so used to living here

That it was only when I walked out onto the iced over lake

And looked back

That I realized how very lucky I really am.

Like most things in life, a new perspective

Can promote appreciation and joy.

Snowy trees by lake

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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

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And swing by 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.


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

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Of snow and love

At last – the snow fell as lightly as butterflies

Bringing out the child-like spirits in us all.

It turned the world

Into a snowy poem,

And leaves into fluffy pillows of white.

The magic of the snow is that it

Makes the world a softer place,

A kinder place where dreams can grow.

The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love. — Margaret Atwood

For more poems, please visit: Our World.

Wiring the moon

Telegraph wires, laden with snow, cross the twilight sky.

Now, the moon peeks boldly through

Leading the eye to a rainbow moonscape of snow.

What you see in life all depends on your perspective.

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Moody trees

For once, I’m letting the photos do the talking…

Tree of ages

I’m in awe of trees: they seem to be wisdom distilled.

I think it has something to do with their age. Most trees will be here much longer than you or I.

I wonder if they hold a memory of history in their roots and the promise of the future in their branches?

Take this tree, for example. It’s taller than a house, much taller –  and has a preservation order on it. Why? Because it is about 750 years old! Once upon a time, it was thirty metres taller – in its heyday – but it has since been cut back to help it live longer. It is expected to live for another hundred years or so.

When it was but a seedling, the lake came up to the house and fed its roots. Time pushed back the lake’s waters, but the tree thrived.

Just think of all that amazing history it has been a part of! 750 years ago saw the end of the Viking Age and the start of the Middle Ages.

The Crusades were being fought, the Byzantine Empire was re-emerging and Genghis Khan established the Mongol Empire. Dante was born, Birger Jarl, the founder of Stockholm, died – and Budvar beer was brewed for the first time in Bohemia.

I’m in awe of trees: they are the repository of memories.

For more wisdom, please visit: My World!

Silken painting

I opened my front door, took a walk on the ice…

… and rubbed my eyes in disbelief.

Someone had rolled out a silken scarf and created a masterpiece with delicate, loving brush strokes

In pearl, and grey, and white and black.

(This colour photo is straight from the camera. Wondrous!)

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