With a shear blanket of snow, for goodness sakes the patches of grass are more than visible, the stakes are quite low…or so we thought. Dare I say, we stood the test of time as temps rose to the double … Continue reading
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself. – Rumi Take courage, I have overcome the world in the mist of unsettledness in others.Despite the ferocity,hard-pressed upon its … Continue reading
Twigs, stalks, stubbles and all kinds of leavings are what I greet along the edges of the frozen terrain I tread. It’s simply that time of year and as all souls know, it’s this occasion of reprieve that allows us … Continue reading
I am in search of a particular experience, for as long as I can remember I always have been. The urge to experience yonder, closer to the natural world down a rutted path or alongside or above the flow of … Continue reading
The passers-by did not take heed Of me, of my frozen stillness. Deep-rooted ideas, they cling onto Intentions pitched into the bottoms of the washed-out bins. Desires to live a celebratory existence stay frozen. Remember the template, Remember there’s another … Continue reading
We are no longer covered in snow, however, since it stuck around for some time, I had a few opportunities to capture various scenes. There’s a certain level of comfortability people endure around here to live so discomfortably. It never … Continue reading
we remain forever playful. Together with our white landscape, we grow creative. Under heavy clouds, we sled on. On left behind cardboard, we glide downwards. Deep into frostiness, we transform an unsmiling, barren and frozen scene into motion. On glistening … Continue reading
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