Winter paints in watercolors and jewels. Diamonds dance on delicate pinks and blues.
I wonder as the day draws me out into the marvelous cold: Why do we say “the dead of winter” when we clearly see signs of life in the snow?
Winter paints in watercolors and jewels. Diamonds dance on delicate pinks and blues.
I wonder as the day draws me out into the marvelous cold: Why do we say “the dead of winter” when we clearly see signs of life in the snow?
It’s been a summer of nothing: No Blog posts. No writing. No artwork. Little photography. Little cooking. Little rain. Little human contact. The garden did poorly. The weeds are wilting. Nothing is in focus. Yet at the end of the evening I am drawn out into the dim splendor of the waning daylight and the waxing moon. All is bathed in mysterious light. I instinctively grab the camera and wander through an enchanted landscape singing praise in my heart.
Will you walk with me through my messy yard as I resume my journey down a moonlit path?
The moon is now in the first quarter. The night is a little brighter than it was the night I took the photos, but there has been no rain.
It has been a rough year for all of us. Yet there is always hope.
Take a little time today to look at the good that is there.
Peace be with you.