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Wednesday 24 December 2014

Day #78


 Candles Believe They Belong to the Sun

May the moon dance for you; may the birds sing for you. Whatever it is that you wish  for yourself, may those wishes come true. Wherever you are in the world, this season, stand outside one night under a star-flung sky. I remind you that galaxies spiral in your eyes, and stardust sparkles in your bones. I wish you joyful peace, and merry comfort.

Thursday 18 December 2014

Monday 15 December 2014

Sunday 14 December 2014

Day #68



Reflections of Weeds in the Water


Christmas Lights at the End of the Street

Friday 12 December 2014

Wednesday 10 December 2014

Tuesday 9 December 2014

Tuesday 2 December 2014

Day #56



Low Sun in a Winter Sky . . . .
feathers the trees shivering in their bony bareness.

Monday 1 December 2014

Day #55




Ice Sculpture
It's very cold and nature's sculptor took water on top of a pond and blew it into glass shapes.




Bubbling Ice Fingers
In another part of the pond, icy fingers form, their watery bubbles freezing in their bones.


Day #54




I'll Wear My Diamonds to the Ball . . . .

When the temperatures fall and the leaves are readying themselves to go away until the spring, they wear their finest diamonds to the farewell ball - lit by the icy mood and serenaded by the deep bass notes of the winter owl. 

Saturday 29 November 2014

Thursday 27 November 2014

Day #51



Brittle Cages

Day #50



Leaves live torrid, vivid, gaudy lives - until the persistence of rain and the rancour of cold takes from them their brilliance and their saturation. Then they are but ghosts on the ground until their bones and veins become the colour of concrete, and they fade to memory.



Wine and a bowl of soup with a good, sweet friend.

Monday 24 November 2014

Sunday 23 November 2014

Day #48



Dying vines smile when they feel November rains. It promises them that they will be young and succulent again in the spring. It's why we, as humans, should upturn our faces to the raining sky. We tend not to understand the nature of promises. 

Saturday 22 November 2014

Day #47


You cannot chain a tree to the ground. They grow their limbs up into the sky in a fervent wish to fly. And, finally, when they can reach no more, they burst birds from their leaves - bearers of their yearning to float with the clouds. 

Friday 21 November 2014

Wednesday 19 November 2014

Day #44



Raindrop on Orange


What is the sound of a Waterfall? Silence.

Monday 17 November 2014