“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll
I hope you enjoy my week as much as I did!
A few from the photography workshop I’m participating in – The Art of Photography. The instructor, Joy Sussman, draws on lessons in great artwork to illustrate techniques in photography. It’s been extremely enlightening, despite the fact that I’m already way behind. I’m working to get caught up and enjoying every minute.
I saw this chipping paint on the side of a barn on my way to work and was able to find some time during the day to stop and take some photos. I like the way the raw wood peeks out from behind the white paint. It suggests earlier red paint jobs.
A local path following along the meandering of the river.
To me, hoar frost in the morning is the perfect demonstration of the beauty of chaos. The frost grows every which way from a center at the stem.
I’m drawn to photos of nature and the rust on this orange industrial door struck me as being about as natural as something can get – as in nature reclaiming a space that rightfully belongs to it. If mankind ceased to exist, nature would overtake this door, in its own time.
Color and Shapes
Red shed doors. In the middle of winter’s monochrome, one can’t help but be drawn to red shed doors. I posted this picture to Instagram last week and a friend from town said, “I’ve seen doors like that near Mill’s Hill.” Yes, indeed, he knows the town well and he recognized the precise doors pictured here. He’s identified several locations of my photos over the last several months and we agree that we see beauty in similar places. The little connections we make through photography…
A frost-tipped seed head. In playing with color, I fell in love with this image tinted a soft blue-green.
A stalk of rye grass, leaning out over the river at sun-up. Tinged with frost, I included this one, just because.
A Weekend of Play in this Mindful Life
I took the weekend “off” to play a bit and rejuvenate myself. I posted a few pictures from the weekend here, and wanted to share a couple more.
I couldn’t resist all the roundness of ice fishing. We stayed warm out of the wind and inside the shanty.
A colorful crappie fresh from the depths. Nope, I didn’t catch any fish that day, but my fishing partners caught enough for a meal.
“The very secret of life for me, I believed, was to maintain in the midst of rushing events an inner tranquility.” – Margaret Bourke-White
Have a beautiful week and a mindful life!