Woods Trip

A pretty warm winter day made good time for a trek through the woods to the falls and on to the sledding hill. No one felt quite up to the BIG hill so we settled for the HALF-BIG hill which was plenty enough. 

It was a good time with new friends and lots to explore. I can handle these types of winter days! 

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Never be afraid to laugh at yourself, after all, you could be missing out on the joke of the century. 

- Dame Edna Everage

Unveiling

From the other side of things, I had neither an opportunity to create nor one to learn how to be patient. I was able to simply watch it unfold. From my seat the final moment for p became the beginning of one for d, and everything was all matchy-matchy. 

I have been thinking a lot about scale lately, for example with this picture it seems fairly lackluster on the small screen, but I imagine it big, like 16x20 or 24x36 ...does it make the picture any better? I love the winter landscapes that are sparse and minimal. I like to think about how it would be to look at this picture when we are deep in the juicy muck of spring, when the peach trees are buzzing. 

I am grateful for all this snow. Winter is tough enough with all its cold and dreariness, but a big load of snow has always had the capacity to just plain-old make me feel better. The fallow fields that surround our home have surrendered their muddy brown coats in favor of a bright drapery of light. Our persistent gray sky has met its match, for now at least. The silhouettes of trees that perennially catch my eye are made that much more lovely, and clear.

On a morning when the sun breaks through, at first all I can see is the expanse of snow. There is largeness and weight to contend with, but that is not what I came here for.


The last few days I have begun to notice the birds more. The small ones for the most part, like our pair of cardinals, but there is also the arc of a red-tailed hawk as he makes his rounds. I never see him but understand that he is saying, pay attention.

This is what there is.