Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Looking Into the West

In the wee hours of the morning, I ruffle folders and sheaves of captured images like cards and come upon this - a gathering of snow-clad tree people looking across the highlands as the sun slides below rolling piney hills in the distance. Old friends, the fragrant spruces cluster on their chosen slope and lean toward one another, rustling their draperies and conversing softly about the deep blue shadows and buttery light.

It's an "aha" moment, an awakening, a particle of truth, perhaps even a fragmentary enlightenment of sorts.   Winter has its own fabulous colors and shapes, and there is no light anywhere like this perfect sundown light.

I am going to miss this long white season when it departs. No matter how cold and snowy it becomes or how my elderly bones protest, here beats a winter heart.

7 comments:

Laura~Pretty Pix said...

Words and image are so beautiful... I'm speechless.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Such beauty
but no Winter heart
resides by my woods :)
Can hardly wait to see what
peeks out of the soil
sometime next month.
To think this one was
raised in Michigan
and use to ski....

sandra hagan said...

it is odd
the wonderfully longer
i live
the more enchanting winter becomes
to me....

arresting winter scene....and words Cate.

Angie said...

Phenomenal-- both the wintry picture and your capacity to draw pictures with words. Just delightful.

Mystic Meandering said...

Tickles the imagination :) I can "see" the "snow-clad tree people conversing." :) It even looks like you captured a "sun dog" or part of one. (I think that's what they are called - that arch of light in the photo.) Magical! Lightens my day...

Paula said...

"Old friends, fragrant spruces..." Ahh. My heart belongs to winter, too. Thanks.

Debbie said...

So, so beautiful!!