as the sun goes down
a tree’s shadow fades to meet
the darkening snow 🦊❤️
I stood watching white snow darkening and a black shadow fading to gray as the sun descended in the sky. Soon they will be the same. A real meditation… 🦊❤️
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1959. “that’s a great picture…”
such a sunny day
perfect for sitting outside
well… maybe not yet… 🦊❤️
We stood and stared at two bright red Adirondack chairs that were stranded in the snow. We both said simultaneously, “That’s a great picture!” Then we went on our way to get out of the freezing wind. 🦊❤️
1958. dirty little snowman
in need of a bath
a dirty little snowman
waits for a dusting 🦊❤️
In the glowing white snow, a frail little snowman all sooty and gray stood bravely, wishing for a coating of new fallen snow. 🦊❤️
1957. birds in snow
in the craggy snow
feathered friends scramble for food
before night’s cold falls 🦊❤️
Below my balcony is a mountainous tundra of crumpled snowbergs. I’ve been throwing handfuls of birdseed down for the hungry birds to munch on. Watching them scramble for the food makes me all the more grateful for my warm apartment and full cabinets. 🦊❤️
1956. blending in
i can disappear
when i’m right before your eyes
camouflaged kitty 🦊❤️
Yulan’s cat Mikey, like most cats can become invisible when she is right in front of us. I got a kick out of her more obvious attempt at blending in as she sat placidly on a black and white striped pillow. 🦊❤️
1955. both inside and out
from the snowy earth
we are reaching up to grab
the sun’s warming rays 🦊❤️
We visited the newly opened Woodmere McGuire Art Museum near our home. It was a wonderful way to escape the frigid temperatures. The art work was great and so were the views from the windows of the amazing building. 🦊❤️
1954. tracks in the snow
in the frigid air
through deep snow and tree’s shadows
luminous deer trails 🦊❤️
Whenever there is harsh weather, Yulan and I inevitably talk about all of the animals that are left to their own devices and instincts to persevere and survive. As I looked down into the valley behind my apartment, I saw orderly deer trails traversing the landscape. The trails seemed luminous. They spoke of the masterful way that deer live their lives - not by accident but by design. 🦊❤️
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