a season

begin . bloom . fresh . subtle . bright . begin . simple . new . soft . cool . burst

smooth strength

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wrought iron bent in curves with swirls . against the backdrop of greening earth and branches



small black stones curve smooth by waves wrapped in spring and sky colored twine

a wish for you . for me

to feel smooth strength this week

in iron and stone

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change of heart

pink . not an all time favorite . yet this one brings a change of heart 

 encouraged by the brazen blooming in early spring

warm gentle emerging of each bud arising from royal deep purple leaves 

 

  abstract blooms the norm . in all directions 

not caring much who might see the swaying in the breeze

 

coaxing a nod amid shadowy curves  against the gray bricks of home 

 

 now leaning against the subtle bark of the oak . among the browns and green of life 

 a bright pink fills my garden and my heart . spring is like that

 

brick by brick

 bright and strong

 built one upon the other as time ticks away against the wide sky

 they begin as a backdrop of limestone . a gentle reflection on a calm stretch of water 

in a special wide and open place . west of where I am 

under branches . windows . clocks and modern art 

 together yet different. natural and abstract . smooth and rough

earth and sky

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standing on the earth ... winter berries fall ... stepping stones lead



gazing at the sky .. bare branch filled .. early morning moon greets a day
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three o clock

holding a bouquet of lavender in one hand

a camera in the other . taking in the silence

drenched in northern light on a winter afternoon

that whispers spring promise

the next day...

there are years when valentines day is wrapped in a different love

one of letting go . calm and quiet . a strong yet soft moment

love in the truest form . rest well sweet dog Sam . you will be missed

a week begins with ...

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soft shades

of cream & white

a purposeful statement




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a bit of bright texture

with a shot of vitamin C



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hand made paper

with vintage lace wing

resting on block of smooth cedar




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as this week begins and this month is almost at an end

I am grateful for your special comments in this post

I hold them close to my heart

he is doing well . eating . softly wagging his tail

and resting in the grass outside the studio window

this blog space will be quiet for a time . I will at the wooden table

simply creating for my shop . listening to the birds in the bare branches

embracing the bright blue winter sky and crisp air . thinking of you with a smile


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his nest

as Sam settles into the last seasons of life . the aged dog draws me into the yard

winter grass feels like a soft nest to him while we sit each day . gathering four o clock light

yucca pods in our yard confirm what I already feel and hold close to my heart

that simple beauty is found in a spent shell . open and curved . reaching towards blue

among natures palette in shades from sepia to gray . smooth and texture

there is understanding in a patch of january garden between a dog and me

me & a tree

it's me curled up in the passengers seat
embracing the trees at 70 mph with a lens and a window between

even the blur . the merging of branch and sky in dark and light and soft

alone . yet side by side . bare . bright . lacy and gnarled

I can relate . me and a tree