I am happiest in winter. This photograph . . . I would like to go into that street now.
so would I, ruth. it was incredible to be on it even though it was absolutely ordinary. my son and I simply put on our hats, mitts and coats and went out. and yet it was and always is and always will be, a revelation.and to make things more unbelievable my daughter and her friend came out. and we rolled giant snowballs. and we threw snowballs. and we chased one another through the snow. and the world became the perfect story.xoerin
It be ..I assure you
manik, it must be. unless we open our ears and hear the fable we tell ourselves and the world it is silent. but even the silence, like this silence in the photograph, is a feast of beginning, middle and end. there is so much time under the lamppost. the possibility of nostalgia is born. and it aches. and I ache. and we live some more.xoerin
love when one pic captures so much inspiration. I always look forward to what you see in your worldGraicas for sharing mi amiga feliz holidays
I smile, there are so many possibilities with your name))) which name should I use?if the photo holds the inspiration then it is quite by luck or accident as the moment was brimming with it. it hurt so much to see the snow coming towards me in so many patterns and variations, each one perfect. I knew then there was too much to behold and that was difficult. this one photograph is a blessing for me but a bit of a lie as it can be held. thank you for finding any value here and yes, happy holidays to you but we in Canada celebrated last month, but always there are additional moments to be thankful for:)))xoerin
I had to laugh. I deplore the cold. It makes a creaky, popping, bone-weary old lady of me with my aches and pains. We've had a few days of rain and cold and I'm already moaning and bitching. It must be in one's blood, this love or hate of cold weather. But I do so love you AND your photo. Happy snow day, my friend!!! xo
It must be, marion. and I could never really manage the heat. it's a good thing we live where we live:)but have you ever seen this kind of winter, marion? it's breathtaking and presents one with a the opportunity to have to be honest, to have to confront the body and the body of the world.these are happy snow days and so early in the year for all of this. happy thanksgiving to you)))xoerin
det er flott Erin, super s/w bilde!
thank you, dirk. it is one of those images which takes place in the world, yes, but also inhabits the mind and spirit.xoerin
Oh so your from that same country as Sherrybluesky? one question, where is Canada? can we see it from the back porch of Sarah Palin's house in Alaska? lol! sorry about the holiday thingy but these cliches come out unexpectedly. In Mexico we don't celebrate cinco de mayo or Tanx giving
It was lovely to see your comment on my poem today, and to see this little glimpse of your world (it's snowy and lovely here, too!).Sending you thankful, warm vibes between the snowflakes....
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))