Sweet Dreams

My grandmother’s pillowcase, with a crocheted edging of tiny, tiny stitches. I use them because after I’m gone no one will know what they are and they will probably be thrown away. Our grandmothers knew how to add small beauties to everyday life, one tiny stitch at a time.

A Spiky Cold Day

 

End Of Day

How many more sunsets do we get?

 

Beauty In Ordinary Things

 

Erosion

 

Settling In For A Long Winter’s Nap

 

So Glad I’m Not A Sled Dog

 

Sunset Textures

 

But Eventually, The Sun Comes Out

 

The Writing's On The Wall, er, Window

 

Ice crystals on the window.  Baby, it's cold outside!

The Birds

 

The Serious Part of Winter

 

Sun Fishing

 

Season of the Chilly Toes

 

December 28, and our first snowfall of the winter.  Very late; last winter there was snow on the ground starting in October.  But so far no one is complaining.

Merganser Morning

 

 

 

 

My Dog Is Weird

 

It's About Light

 

 

Same scene, different light.

All photographs, all paintings, are really studies of the qualities of light.  When you think of it that way, the subject is relatively unimportant.

 

One of my favorite sayings, which I wish I'd thought of:

"A day without sunshine is like . . . night."

No Such Thing As Too Many Books

 

Last Light Over The Fields

 

Sun Spot