At The Table In My Sunroom: Morning Mist

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Morning Mist

I took this photo a few weeks back, just before I left for Florida. The mornings were misty then. I believe it was because the air was so warm yet the ground and water, still barely recovered from ice and snow, held on to their nearly frozen temperatures.

There was little green showing a few weeks ago. It is the time of the year where one most appriciates moss, for its oasis of color amidst the drab. Fairy dust, or garden of forest elves, giving the promise of spring to come.

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MeriApril 15, 2010 at 3:33 PM
There is a Celtic mystic that thinks that mist is a gathering of spirit(s). I always think so, too.
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DelwynApril 15, 2010 at 9:18 PM
Hi Jennifer

I love that soft moos and you misty morning is very moody and mesmerising...

Happy days
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Rosaria WilliamsApril 15, 2010 at 9:50 PM
Jennifer, you went to Florida at the same time that your weather changed? What a coincidence! I love the pictures here, mysterious.
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ELKApril 17, 2010 at 5:21 PM
and the uprightness of the trunks ...strength and peace as it seems.
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Thanks for visiting. I love having you at my table with me.

A time has come in my life to reach into another place, to reach into a cobwebbed and stiff part of my brain - the creative part. And then, maybe to take what I find to hold it out to share. You see, I have never been creative (and am still not, you might say); I have experienced the world analytically. I now see there is so much more to the world than that.

This started with an idea to write a photo-journal to myself. In that journal, I would write and take photos of details to CONTEMPLATE the numerous sparkles of life I have around me, and CAPTURE them to last. So here I am, come join me....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

"The Road Less Travelled" by Robert Frost

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Morning Mist

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