We walked the quiet woods, cameras dangling
from our necks, the air cold and still. Soon our
steps became further spaced as you
wandered away, following the scent of your
camera’s eye, discovering anew ice-
rimmed leaves, a feather stuck to a tree,
brittle wands of willow.
Isn’t every single day, a rare occasion?
Isn’t every moment fresh with new possibility?
Listen, said e. e. cummings. There’s a
hell of a good universe next door: let’s go!
And so we went. Creating our own zig-zagged
trails through stands of birch and ice-tipped spruce, holding our own in this white icy
world; moving, pausing, click click click.
0 thoughts on “Winter’s Heartbeat”
Oh how wonderful! Your photos are amazing.
I love, love, love any photos, of ice, frost, etc. You have captured beauties.
Not only beautiful photos, but beautiful words, here too…
Thank you. With Winter continuing, it is so nice to read posts, which continue to point out the Beauty of Winter.
This blog earned a Bean's Pat as blog pick of the day. Check it out at: http://patbean.wordpress.com
All of the photos are lovely, and beautifully framed with your words. Still, the "ice buttons" are my favorite. They remind me of my mother's rhinestones, and of her button box, where faceted and sparkly buttons mixed with the more pedestrian.
What a gorgeous entry.
Yep, winter is still here, but far milder than usual. I'm always trying to figure out how to photograph winter, year after every flawless year. Thank you for your kind words!
Thanks for the high five today, Pat Bean; appreciate your Share!
Mine too, Linda. My mom had a basket full of buttons, and as a kid, I'd dump them out and sort through them with delight. Your thoughts are well appreciated.