the blue muse

.

me, too, naughty kitten

me, too

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and this sun that always rises

reminding us to look up, look out,

reach

for the light

even in the dark days

of winter

.

another dawn filled

with enough beauty

to get me through

another day,

maybe even

two

.

spring hides in those trees

waiting to be tagged

by tilt-shift rays

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.

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there’s a garden under there, somewhere.

i keep reminding myself of that,
keep working hard to maintain
a sense of humor about it all,

about life.

at least i’m not a bird.

at least i have tea
and a fire
and words.

but i wish
i had a snowsuit
as well.

.

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.

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reflecting hope and promise

time shift and life change

blue sky and sun ray

.

i hide inside and wait

walk outside and shiver

hide inside and wait

.

patience is more than a virtue

it’s survival

.

the coldest weekend of the winter coming up, Sunday’s high is 0˚ F

i’ll be inside, soaking up the light and waiting

there are seed catalogs and books to be read

and written

.

wishing you a weekend filled with light

.

.

.

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holding tight to each smile

remembered

.

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.

.

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a veil of shape and shadow
clinging
tight
to a mirage of
silence

.

beauty standing tall
with indecision
.

.

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this is the view out my window just now

and i couldn’t help but think of Pink Floyd’s song, this line:

we’re just two lost souls living in a fish bowl, year after year

it’s a pretty view

so, there’s that

and i’m going to pretend those are mountains

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wishing you a weekend filled with magic

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I’ve seen halos around the moon before, but never a rainbow-colored one. This photo doesn’t even begin to show what it really looked like, but I was glad I bundled up to go outside anyway, though I wished I’d planned ahead and thought to set up my tripod.

But we take the moment we get, and this was mine last night, a moment of extraordinary, a gift from February, or a bribe, perhaps, trying to win me over.

And my heart did melt, just a little.

Perhaps we’ll be friends after all.

new snow on top of old snow

february on top of january

neutral shades fill the frame of every window

except for cardinals

winter’s gift to help us remember

color

.

wishing you a week filled with song

.

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Technically, a terrible photo, but, oh, what a sight.

I had to shoot through the window because I knew
if I walked outside they would all fly away.

Eleven male cardinals and most of their mates,
and harder to see (but there) six blue jays.

A red, white and blue winter day.

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Wishing you a weekend filled with color.

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