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

in life ....

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we
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an open heart . crisp paper
a breeze ... be it cool or warm
a friend who says call if you need to talk
white linen . weekends . joy of music . a rest
sun on our back . bare branch beauty . wings to fly

a lovely artist & blog friend Katy interviewed me as part of her ongoing series . I am giving away a string of red birds with a matching card there . have a wonderful weekend . so happy to have you in my space

winter light

in winter light

dry grasses shimmer

smooth needles click with color

cat with a pink nose ever watchful

a cup

in silver lines of a converted space . a unique name that caught my eye





past abstract metal blooms that never thirst . to well worn table created from a door





thoughts of past and present . flutter like steam from a mug

in a space of silver . unique . well worn . abstract . you are there

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sharing faraway this day with Emily

in pursuit

I had one of those days this past weekend . so my camera and I took a walk



found abstract shelter under an oak . bare branches and all



was enchanted by three deep red dogwood leaves . still hanging on



feeling refreshed at home again . I curled up on the couch and found peace




in recycled text and smooth stone brought together in the late afternoon light

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