In a Soft Light

winter dreams

2012-02-08T06:00:00.001-05:00

I promised you supermarket flowers, didn't I? White carnations, with the faint scent of cloves. Can you smell them? ;)

Texture by Sarah Gardner. There is still time to join her texture giveaway and donate to a wonderful cause. Check it out here.

winter tulips

2012-02-02T06:00:00.001-05:00

I'm loving Kristybee's Nodding Violet Actions lately. If you use Photoshop, go check them out. They are subtle yet beautiful, and work well on many different images. I used Pink Cotton Candy here, and then added one of Sarah Gardner's textures called Shabby III.

Tulips courtesy of my wonderful husband. Thanks, honey!

books and flowers

2012-01-25T20:34:00.006-05:00

Two of my favorite things... :)

sunset. wish. love.

2012-01-22T06:00:00.001-05:00

One of the few things I love about winter is the sky. The dance of bare branches against the dying light always moves me. I often wish upon a winter sky. These are the quiet days, until the earth is once again warmed and comes back to life...

purple haze

2012-01-17T06:00:00.001-05:00

OK, I know I promised you supermarket flowers... something a bit more cheery than fog... but I couldn't help myself. Truly. I just love fog. :)

This was taken at Ravine Lake, which is about ten minutes from my home. The road that leads around the lake is extremely narrow, and very rarely travelled, which is good because I think I must have stopped the car at least three times to shoot out the window. Across the lake, nestled amid those trees, is an old mansion that is reputedly haunted, and a destination for curious teenagers from all over the state.

winter in my mind

2012-01-06T06:00:00.001-05:00

I'm not sure if this makes any sense but, in my mind, winter feels like walking into a world of fog. I can barely see the road ahead, and I'm surrounded by... well... nothingness. I'm wandering in the wilderness until the first shoots of spring appear.

OK, are you depressed yet? lol Sorry. I promise to get some supermarket flowers and post something cheerier soon. :)

when the world is too much with us...

2011-12-31T06:00:00.002-05:00

(With apologies to William Wordsworth)... but sometimes I just wish I could lose myself in a world of color and softness...

Wishing you much love in the new year! xoxo

peace on earth

2011-12-21T06:00:00.001-05:00

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock at night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring to you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you this day is born in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

Wishing you peace this Christmas season, and throughout the new year! xoxo

the way home

2011-12-15T11:28:00.004-05:00

finding the way home, just a little bit of peace in a busy season... :)

a certain beauty

2011-12-09T06:00:00.002-05:00

More fabulous fog, from earlier in the week. This is a field down the road from our house. It was planted in corn this summer, but now it lies fallow. And yes, I guess this is not a feel-good shot, but I just love these lonely, sad images. For me, they have a beauty all their own.

when we had rest

2011-12-05T06:00:00.002-05:00

"Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,

Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.

Think rather, -- call to thought, if now you grieve a little,

The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long."

A.E. Houseman

gratitude

2011-11-16T06:00:00.006-05:00

I am thankful for misty mornings, leaves of red and gold, reflections in the water, shorter days, holding hands, books and blankets in front of the fire, the love and laughter of family...

Wishing you all a very happy Thanksgiving!

celebration

2011-11-16T06:00:00.004-05:00

celebrating light and leaves this autumn... more to come. :)

leaves and light

2011-11-08T06:00:00.002-05:00

Just a little bit of everyday magic -- leaves and light -- in my backyard. Have you discovered any magic today? ;)

snow in october

2011-11-03T06:00:00.002-04:00

October 29th, 4-5 inches, four days without power. But is was beautiful all the same. :)

i still ♥ mist

2011-10-25T06:00:00.001-04:00

Still playing with mist and textures today. This is one from my archives. I've been shooting the beautiful colors of our sugar maple, but somehow this just feels like a more accurate representation of how I'm feeling on the inside at the moment. Does that make sense?

clearly

2011-10-17T20:44:00.004-04:00

Natirar on a sunny Sunday, just before dusk... oh how I love an open sky. :)

courage

2011-10-13T06:00:00.002-04:00

"Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name."

--Robert Louis Stevenson

misty love

2011-10-10T06:00:00.001-04:00

from my archives

I've been looking forward to a little misty love this autumn, but so far it's been either torrential rain or too darn warm... :)

funghi, and other fun...

2011-10-03T06:00:00.002-04:00

There are certain times every year that find me on my stomach in the backyard, camera in hand. One is when the violets appear in springtime. The other is in the fall, when autumn rains bring a host of mushrooms. I spent about 20 minutes sprawled out in the backyard, taking this and other funghi photos last Thursday. Later in the day, I happened to look out the window and saw two coyotes about ten yards from where I had been laying.

Yikes.

I scrambled but could not locate my zoom lens. Honestly, I just didn't want to waste a minute taking pictures of them. I just wanted to look. They were an incredible sight. Beautiful, but scary. (If you want to know what coyotes look like, here are some Google pictures.) Now, of course, I wish I had some decent photos. But I guess I will just have to be happy with the mushrooms. I wonder if coyotes eat mushrooms... :)

dare

2011-09-29T06:00:00.001-04:00

"Dare to live the life you have dreamed of. Go forward and make your dreams come true."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

i mourn

2011-09-24T06:00:00.003-04:00

Yes, I am fickle. And inconstant. Yes, I longed for the cooler weather of fall, and now I can't help mourning the loss of summer... here is the last of the obedient plant, basking in the evening light of late summer. Happy autumn, dear bloggers.

grasses

2011-09-19T19:30:00.006-04:00

This is my little homage to Albrecht Durer's Tall Grass, which I have loved since I was a teenager. There is just something about the attention to detail, where each blade of grass is so lovingly delineated, that speaks to me. This is one of the places of my heart, and I love each stem and leaf. :)

And yes, things look quite different here at the moment. I have been playing around with my template. Not sure I'm done playing yet, but I'm sure having fun. Have a wonderful week, dear bloggers! :)

amen

2011-09-14T06:00:00.001-04:00

What do you call the little green leaves at the bottom of a blossom? The sepals? On queen anne's lace they are so delicate, especially for something that is supposed to protect the bud from harm... I have to say that I find them very beautiful, perhaps more so than the flowers themselves. And who doesn't love a bit of sun flare? Can I get an "amen" for sun flare and sepals? ;)

lace

2011-09-07T06:00:00.001-04:00

You had to know that I couldn't get through an entire summer without at least one queen anne's lace photo. I am fascinated by the details in these flowers, and the way they turn in upon themselves, as if they had a secret to hold close...

mystery

2011-08-31T06:00:00.003-04:00

Sometimes, what you don't see is just as important as what you do see. In gardens and in photography, a little mystery can speak volumes, don't you think? :)

the burning cathedral of summer

2011-08-26T06:00:00.003-04:00

"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips."

~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

making the most of your dreams

2011-08-15T06:00:00.001-04:00

"I've come to believe that each of us has a personal calling that's as unique as a fingerprint - and that the best way to succeed is to discover what you love and then find a way to offer it to others in the form of service, working hard, and also allowing the energy of the universe to lead you."

Oprah Winfrey

cherries

2011-08-06T06:00:00.001-04:00

I love food photography. Maybe because I love food! Or maybe because, unlike the children that I have been photographing for my nascent business, food sits still while you fool with the dials on your camera. :)

At any rate, I have begun collecting some examples of beautiful food photography on my Pinterest account. Are you into Pinterest yet? It can be a giant time drain, but it is so wonderful. If you haven't been there yet, check it out!

angels at the window

2011-07-29T06:00:00.001-04:00

One of my favorite annuals -- angelonia -- in a traditional iron hay rack window planter that I found at a rummage sale for $12... :)

wordless

2011-07-25T06:00:00.001-04:00

108°F here in New Jersey last week. Need I say more? ;)

cooling down

2011-07-19T06:00:00.001-04:00

I think I must be the most contrary person imaginable. After complaining about winter and yearning for spring, summer has worn out it's welcome with me already. Maybe it's the heat and humidity here in NJ. At 91 yesterday, it was not as hot as some other parts of the country, but it was too hot for me. :)

So I have abandoned the bright colors of summer and taken to creating black & white conversions with added textures. And I am quite enamored of this little vase of mini-sunflowers. Just think of it as summer without the heat. :)

sometimes a girl just needs some flowers

2011-07-15T06:00:00.004-04:00

Dear Self,

Just a little reminder here, for when you begin to feel small:

You are unique.

You are talented.

Don't judge your work against others' work; judge it against your own.

Strive to be the best person you can.

God sees your true self, buried under your own harsh self-judgement.

God loves you.

xoxo,

mary, mary, quite contrary...

2011-07-11T06:00:00.004-04:00

Just a little bit of summer goodness, from the deck... How does your garden grow?

oh, beautiful

2011-07-07T06:00:00.001-04:00

taken in our back yard, July 4th, 2011.

bee brook

2011-07-04T06:00:00.002-04:00

On the Bee Brook trail at the Steep Rock land trust in Washington Depot, CT

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If you love photographic storytelling, take a moment to visit my friend Amanda's new website. She is a generous and very talented photographer. I think you will love her work. :)

places of the heart

2011-07-01T09:53:00.004-04:00

There is something so very satisfying about the sight of hay bales in a field, especially as the sun slips down. They are sculptural and beautiful in and of themselves, but I think it must be the feeling of satisfaction at a job well done, and security in the knowledge of a full barn come winter... And this is an almost iconic scene for me, too. It is about a mile from my house, and one of the places from my childhood that lives in my heart.

a bowl of cherries

2011-06-29T06:00:00.001-04:00

I bought them to photograph, but oh how delicious they are. And I simply refuse to give in to the temptation to use that quotation... you know the one I mean... :)

in the deep heart's core

2011-06-23T06:00:00.001-04:00

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
William Butler Yeats

my heart is heavy

2011-06-16T21:27:00.006-04:00

How can you miss someone you've never met? How can your heart break when you read of her death?

I'm not sure what led me to visit Char's blog for the first time on my birthday, two years ago, but I do know that it was like an unexpected gift to discover her beautiful images. She inspired me to learn how to add textures to a photo, and she was generous with words of encouragement at my first, horrible attempts.

Occasionally sharp, often introspective, always well-written, hers was an authentic voice chronicling a life that at times seemed very hard. But her posts were larded with humor as well, and leavened with the real joy she found in her friends and family.

If you read Char, you will know that she could make your mouth water with her Southern cooking. She could make your heart sing with joy at the sight of a sunset. She made this Yankee an unofficial daughter of the South on her drives down the back roads of Alabama, in search of something beautiful to photograph. But the images that I will always remember the best are of her windowsill -- a few simple flowers in one of her beloved antique glass bottles.

I will miss her ipod playlists, which often left a song stuck in my head for the rest of the day. Fortunately, it was usually a good song -- her taste in music was extensive and catholic. I will miss her often acerbic wit -- sometimes directed at the foibles of her fellow man, but just as often targeted at her own self-perceived shortcomings. I will miss her laughter. I will miss her honesty. I will miss her voice in my head -- a low, Southern drawl with a hint of steel behind it.

As several bloggers have noted, she is most assuredly now in heaven with her beloved mother. I extend to her family my deepest sympathies. She will be missed by so many.

thank you, charles

2011-06-15T06:00:00.002-04:00

I pride myself on being a practitioner of what I like to call "Darwinian Gardening." Think of it as survival of the fittest -- whatever survives my lackadaisical care and the predations of our large deer population is deemed fit to stay in my garden. In practice, this involves a large number of Siberian Iris, which is just fine with me as I love their ethereal grace... This particular clump are all volunteers, which is the ultimate in Darwinian Gardening. :)

lady's mantle is so darn photogenic...

2011-06-10T06:00:00.001-04:00

Sometimes I just like to have a little vintage-y, texture-y fun... :)

almost summer

2011-06-08T06:00:00.003-04:00

"In summer, the song sings itself."

~William Carlos Williams

my favorite season

2011-06-01T06:00:00.001-04:00

Major writer's block here, but in the middle of my favorite season in the garden. Happy spring, dear bloggers. :)

the heart of the matter

2011-05-25T06:00:00.001-04:00

"I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time. "

Robert Browning

i ♥ spring

2011-05-21T06:00:00.004-04:00

Do you see the little sideways heart at the top of the image, just a little left of center? Yes, I ♥ spring, even when it rains for an entire week...

Wishing you a sunny weekend, dear bloggers! :)

dans les siecles, des siecles

2011-05-19T06:00:00.002-04:00

Surely if there is some reward for days on end of nothing but rain, it is this. :)

candystriped

2011-05-16T06:00:00.001-04:00

Seen at the New York Botanical Garden, May 2011.

bring me the sunset in a cup...

2011-05-11T06:00:00.006-04:00

"Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!

Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!

Also, who laid the Rainbow's piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite—
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?

Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who'll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?"

~Emily Dickinson

of art and dreams

2011-05-07T14:47:00.004-04:00

"An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world."

George Santayana

I still have a hard time calling myself an artist. But a dreamer? Absolutely. :)

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Wishing you all the most joyous of Mother's Days!

for you

2011-05-04T13:09:00.004-04:00

A tiny vase of violets for you on this rainy Wednesday... :)

i will survive

2011-05-02T06:00:00.001-04:00

"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

There is a frantic nature to spring as it advances -- rain and warmth beget bloom after bloom, until it seems as if the entire world is bursting with color. And in the middle of it all, this tiny fritillary popped up in my garden. It almost seems too delicate to survive the onslaught... :)

a most improper lawn

2011-04-29T06:00:00.006-04:00

Often, the end of April finds me lying on my stomach in the lawn, photographing the wild violets. It's not really much of a lawn -- more of a field that's been mown over the years -- and it is scattered with violets and dandelions, bugle and buttercups. A most improper lawn, really.

And I adore it. :)

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Thank you so much for all your kind comments over the past week. You guys are the best!

artful blogging

2011-04-26T21:42:00.009-04:00

I'm thrilled to announce that In a Soft Light has been included in the Summer 2011 edition of Artful Blogging magazine! I was totally shocked when they contacted me late last year and asked if I would be interested in being published. I've come to think of this blog as my quiet place. It never really occurred to me that it would get any sort of "official" recognition. So yes, I'm shocked, thrilled, humbled... there are some seriously talented artists and photographers in this issue, and I'm honored to be included with them.

The images above are a few of the ones they published. The issue will be on news stands May 1st. I just received my complimentary copy on Monday, and I've been walking around with it clutched to my chest, a silly grin on my face. :)

everyday magic

2011-04-26T12:45:00.004-04:00

The soft petals of my flowering quince appear almost translucent with the late afternoon sun shining through them... a little bit of everyday magic. :)

now i lay me down

2011-04-25T17:27:00.020-04:00

When was the last time you just lay down in a field of grass, with the sun on your face, to become the still center of the whirling earth?

easter morning

2011-04-23T08:37:00.004-04:00

"And he departed from our sight that we might return to our heart, and there find Him. For He departed, and behold, He is here."

~St Augustine

change the world

2011-04-17T06:00:00.001-04:00

"Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world."

Harriet Tubman

never enough time

2011-04-15T07:20:00.004-04:00

Once the forsythia begin to bloom, the rest of spring follows in an unholy rush. I wish I could slow time down, just to savor the beauty... Happy weekend, dear bloggers!

greeting spring

2011-04-13T06:00:00.001-04:00

"I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden."

~Ruth Stout

vintage

2011-04-10T06:00:00.001-04:00

Are you getting old when things that look vintage to others just look familiar to you? :)

blue and yellow

2011-04-06T06:00:00.001-04:00

Just having some fun with the first few forsythia blooms and a vintage blue bottle...

green

2011-04-04T06:00:00.000-04:00

It's beginning. Can you feel it? :)

tread softly

2011-04-01T06:00:00.001-04:00

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

William Butler Yeats

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

chere amie

2011-03-30T08:50:00.006-04:00

Just a little sweetness ahead of the storm... Yes, we are expecting snow later this week. :(

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texture from SophieG* on flickr

gathered, read, remembered...

2011-03-28T06:00:00.000-04:00

Celebrating more memories here.

snow in spring

2011-03-25T06:00:00.003-04:00

This first week of spring will definitely be remembered. Fortunately, time dresses our memories in golden gauze.

feeling vintage

2011-03-23T06:00:00.004-04:00

from my archives, newly edited.

Feeling a little vintage, and a little nostalgic for picnics in a summer field... :)

unexpected beauty

2011-03-22T06:00:00.001-04:00

On the second day of spring we woke up to snow, and to the unexpected beauty of the maple buds frosted with a lingering winter surprise.

Happy Spring

2011-03-21T06:00:00.001-04:00

It's here, it's here! Spring is finally here, officially. Happy Spring, my dear bloggers! :)

spring reaches

2011-03-19T07:22:00.003-04:00

Our sugar maple is beginning to bud... spring reaches for the sky. :)

left

2011-03-16T06:00:00.001-04:00

There are just a few hips left on the wild roses. Soon, the new leaves will sprout, and another season will begin. I love the march of the seasons; but sometimes I think that winter is just a little too long and spring is just a little too short. :)

shameless

2011-03-13T06:00:00.001-04:00

What can I say? Sometimes a girl just needs some spring bling... :)

i spy

2011-03-11T06:00:00.002-05:00

I spy with my little eye...

...the weekend fast approaching. Hope it's a happy one, dear bloggers! :)

dance with me...

2011-03-09T06:00:00.004-05:00

The delicate vestiges of last summer's blooms dance before the fresh spring wind...

Come, dance with me. :)

oh, won't you stay...

2011-03-06T21:23:00.008-05:00

... just a little bit longer. Spring approaches. :)

l'heure bleue

2011-03-03T06:31:00.005-05:00

The first snowdrop of the season -- yay! You have no idea how this warms my heart. And at sunset, no less. :)

yet again...

2011-03-02T06:00:00.002-05:00

My little pot of calla lilies is still going strong. And I've been in a texture-y mood lately. So here is the latest in what is turning out to be a rather long series...

There is just such a sense of mystery and grace to be found in these flowers. I am such a cottage-garden sort of girl, that these exotic calla lilies seem almost from another world. And I am having so much fun photographing them. :)

les tulipes d'un certain age

2011-02-26T06:00:00.001-05:00

Thought I'd take a break from the calla lilies today. Am I the only one who keeps tulips well beyond the time when they should be thrown out? I find them beautiful, even when they are past their prime -- yellowed, wrinkled and waving about fantastically.

I think it's the fantastically waving part that gets me. ;)

curling

2011-02-24T06:00:00.001-05:00

It promises to be sunny and warm (relatively speaking) here today, so maybe I will get out and shoot something besides calla lilies. :)

In the meantime, here is my latest offering. I love that little curling petal...

Have a wonderful day, dear bloggers!

here come the callas

2011-02-22T06:00:00.001-05:00

Hope you all don't mind, but I think I might be on a calla lily kick... lol

We had about three to four inches of snow yesterday, and I am just so tired of shooting snow. And shoveling snow. And walking in the snow-filled park... well, you get the picture. So warning: here come the callas!

mysterious

2011-02-20T08:54:00.002-05:00

just some calla love for you today... ;)

i need somebody...

2011-02-18T06:52:00.006-05:00

This image was shot at my favorite park, Natirar, before the snows came this winter. I discovered it while trolling through my files early this morning. (What do you do when you can't sleep? I play with Photoshop.)

I ran a Florabella action on it, and added two textures -- one from Kim Klassen and one from Shadowhouse. And I was happy.

But then, I couldn't leave well enough alone, so I tried out a square crop and added a color fill layer. And now I can't decide which one I like better.

Help.

for you

2011-02-16T06:00:00.000-05:00

Just some swirly pink softness for you today, because it's sunny and warm, and I'm happy! :)

love

2011-02-13T19:30:00.000-05:00

"Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end."

Madame de Stael

Happy Valentine's Day, dear bloggers!

sweet

2011-02-11T11:06:00.005-05:00

More calla lilies. :)

I hope your weekend is a sweet one, my dear bloggers!

calla lilies

2011-02-09T07:43:00.004-05:00

I love it that a you can find loads of different flowers in the supermarket in anticipation of Valentine's Day. Otherwise, February would surely send me over the edge. How is it that the shortest month of the year always seems like the longest?

I miss spring. And Katharine Hepburn.

i am like a book

2011-02-06T06:00:00.002-05:00

"I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands."

Seneca

other worlds

2011-02-02T20:52:00.004-05:00

The light inside was calm, beautiful. The flowers are beginning to fade. Outside, the world was transformed. Weathering the storm.

breathless

2011-02-01T05:07:00.000-05:00

It was the morning light, glittering on the snow, that drew me outside. But it was the sun, turning the frost on the branches to diamonds, that made me gasp. And for that small moment, the entire world shrunk down to a branch of golden leaves.

This morning left me breathless.

out of the blue

2011-01-30T06:00:00.003-05:00

Sometimes, when we are mired in our discontent, something hits us, out of the blue. And we are reminded of the beauty all around us. Spring may not be here quite yet, but there is hope...

And hope may be all we need to keep us going.

In the bleak midwinter

2011-01-28T06:00:00.001-05:00

"In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago."

Christina Rossetti

i ♥ rose hips

2011-01-25T06:00:00.003-05:00

When I get ahold of a subject, you can't say I don't shoot it to death... lol. More rose hips, from our sunny winter day.

Oh, and it's my birthday! So I'd like some more sun, please. And some Hershey's kisses. :)

brighten

2011-01-23T06:00:00.001-05:00

A little sun, a little color -- all brighten up a winter's day.

a time for reflection

2011-01-21T06:00:00.001-05:00

What better time for reflection than these dark, spare days of winter...

happy

2011-01-19T06:00:00.001-05:00

Just carrying on with the reds here today -- it's been a nasty couple of days weather-wise, and I have bronchitis.

Woo-hoo!

It's amazing how a few tulips can brighten my home in this very cold and depressing week. I hope you are all well, and warm and dry. Have a happy day, my dear friends!

warm it up

2011-01-17T06:00:00.001-05:00

It's amazing what you find when you go diving into your archives... I'm not even sure where I took this, but I thought I needed a little red after a week's worth of cold blue, especially since it was close to zero this morning... :)

ice, ice, baby

2011-01-15T06:00:00.007-05:00

"Will it ever stop...?"

Sorry, but the subject matter did call to mind the title of the song...

the architecture of winter

2011-01-13T06:00:00.001-05:00

The bold architecture of winter in the garden is still drawing me in...

winter came down

2011-01-11T06:00:00.001-05:00

"Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again."

~Bill Morgan, Jr.

Waiting expectantly for the snow storm that is predicted to begin tonight. :)