Fog in the streetlights

Light and Line

Light comes to us unexpectedly and obliquely.
Perhaps it amuses the gods to try us.
They want to see whether we are asleep.
~ H.M. Tomlinson

Snowdrops

Snowman Sniffles

At winter's end
a snowman grows
a snowdrop
on his carrot nose,

a little, sad,
late-season sniff
dried by the spring
wind's handkerchief.

But day and night
the sniffles drop
like flower buds
—they never stop,

until you wake
and find one day
the cold, old man
has run away,

and winter's winds
that blow and pass
left drifts of snowdrops
in the grass,

reminding us:
where such things grow
a snowman sniffed
not long ago.

~ N. M. Bodecker


poem from here

All that's left

A sword, a spade, and a thought should never be allowed to rust.
~ James Stephen

Colours of a Spring Walk

I didn't want to tell the tree or weed what it was. I wanted it to tell me something and through me express its meaning in nature.
~Wynn Bullock

Colour is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.
~ Claude Monet

Colours seen amid the snow and mud on the TransCanada Trail on our Sunday afternoon walk.

colour quote from here

Bits of today

A baby peeking at me and my camera over his mother's shoulder.

A pottery bowl from the gallery this morning. I loved the colours in this.


At the plasticine workshop the artist asked if we noticed the variation in a blue sky - lighter at the horizon, most brilliant overhead. He's right.


On the porch of a house by the river.


I love this fence but I have a thing for fleur de lis. The owners of this stone century cottage have done a beautiful job restoring their home. There are echoes of the fence in their handrails to their porch and the hardware on their doors and windows. My goal for the year is to take pictures of this fence in snow and ice and rain, against green green grass and with golden leaves scattered in the background, at sunrise and at sunset. Okay - maybe I am a bit obsessed.

Real live green grass. The snow only retreated on Tuesday. Three days for real growing grass.

Shades of yellow on a muddy gray day

Yellow coloured objects appear to be gold.
~ Aristotle









This morning was a muddy rainy dreary day - until R and I found ourselves in the bakery for our usual Thursday morning ritual. And then it was like the sun had come out just for us.

Nature Rarer Uses Yellow
Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.
~ Emily Dickinson

The last winter walk

The love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyond reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only paradise we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need, if only we had the eyes to see.... No, wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, as vital to our lives as water and good bread.
~ Edward Paul Abbey

A golden stream

When you put your hand in a flowing stream, you touch the last that has gone before and the first of what is still to come.
~ Leonardo da Vinci



quote from here

Ice Crystals

In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in an clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness.
~ Mahatma Gandhi

In a fog

In the Fog
Stand still.
The fog wraps you up
and no one can find you.

Walk.
The fog opens up
to let you through
and closes behind you.

~ Lilian Moore

On a gray day

Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.
~ Winnie the Pooh

The camera goes to art class

Art is not a thing; it is a way.
~Elbert Hubbard

Frozen Stars

That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.
~ from Fireflies in the Garden by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

In like a lion