(I was laid low yesterday by a twinge in my back after awkwardly lifting something heavy. Back to blogging today.)
Dark-eyed Juncos seeking sunflower seed traced paths on the deck. A birds’ life is very, very hard now. The cold is awful, food is scarce, competition is ferocious. In comparison our life is one of ease, plenty, and warmth.
A dog came this way as well, I think it was Stella.
Over a year ago Faye and I committed to spending a little time outside every month of the year, and recording that fact. We decided to jump on a common theme for this month. So here is our February photo shoot.
Because it’s February and there are piles of snow everywhere, is no reason to huddle inside 24/7. Taking into account the weather of the past two weeks it was a mild day, just above freezing. We decided to give thanks that it was not a brutally cold day. Why not spend some time outside, appreciating the season?
Snow, collecting on the deck boards.
It’s bitterly cold. About minus 13 Celsius, wind chill minus 25. Winter brings different rhythms, different harmonies, different melodies to the ear and eye. Difficult though it may be, and is, to appreciate the music, it’s important to be open, to accept, the different tune.
There are 110 followers of my very modest and unassuming blog. I started it as first a place where I planned to post about baseball, life, and various other topics.
It’s morphed into a place to post photos and to give thanks for the many blessings in my life. Good dogs, weather of all kinds, a snug little home, a place to garden. Most especially my marvellous good fortune in having my best friend, companion, wife, lover, Faye to share all of this good fortune with.
I also deeply appreciate your follows, visits, and likes. Your likes, your comments, means a lot to me and at times are what, more than anything, encourages me to continue. Thank you very much, each and every one.
We had a bumper crop of tomatillos this year. A curious thing we discovered is that the husk can dry, leaving only the veins as a fragile, beautiful remnant. This is preserved, framed by photography as well preserved and framed in my mind.
This is a season of slowing down, of reflection. We reflect on the gifts of summer and, if we are open, the gifts of fall and of the season, the seasons to come.
It’s good to be alive.
The first rays of a new day grace the neighbourhood pine tree.
Welcome. It’s good to see another day. It’s good to be alive.
I passed through the gate on my way to the car this morning. This work of art clung to the gate I could have glanced at it, said ‘neat’ and kept moving. Instead I stopped to admire and give thanks.
The more I look, the more I see.
Amazing. It’s good to be alive.
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