Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Seeing Through and Lovin It All

Is this place an ocean or a desert in winter? I am never sure which one it is, but either way, there is always something to feast one's eyes on and capture with the lens. Artfully frosted windows, heaps of books, bowls of fruit and cups of tea, it's all good. Besides, isn't a little uncertainty a good thing, every now and then?

There are patterns here everywhere one looks at this time of the year, and they all have to do with liquid turnings and transformation: feathery patterns in river ice, glossy icicles suspended from trees along the shore, field grasses poking their silvery heads out of snowdrifts,  beads of water falling in the garden and freezing in midair, fallen leaves with snow crystals shining through tiny apertures in them.  Closer to home, or rather, at home, everything my cronish eye alights on is food for thought and camera too.

Winter's eye is passionate indeed. In the absence of most of the vibrant colors dancing on my palette at other times of the year, the Old Wild Mother (Gaia) has turned these winter places into a commonwealth of swirling shapes and patterns, each and every one exquisite.  Even an egg yolk sun shining through the kitchen window delights and enchants.

1 comment:

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

You live in such a beautiful place. I see beauty when I look out the window
but it is grey, muddy, bare trees
but birds flock to the feeders :)