Ice storm

Everything is encased in a thin layer of ice

Both beautiful and perilous.... the crack of branches breaking rips through the forest

It will be gone tomorrow when the temperatures rise

This beauty is ephemeral

 

 

The Living Abstract

 An exercise in abstraction with nature

Colour and form

 

 

Asymmetrical focal point

 

 

Contrast

 

Fine Lines

 Nature, like life, is full of fine lines.

And our job - if we choose to -  is to seek out, to discover, to identify those lines.

And to place ourselves, ever so gently, on the edge:

All the while maintaining our balance and equilibrium.

 

 

 Today I am looking for those lines in myself:

The line between moving forward and standing still

 

 

The line that places me ever so gently on the edge of the things I want to champion:

like hope, inspiration, creativity and light.

These are the lines I am drawing today.

Road Flowers

 Wild flowers growing with reckless abandon at the side of the road

 

 

 

 

 

Nature always finds a way of inserting beauty into the most unexpected places.

Focus

Focus is everything.

In photography, it is the difference between a good shot and a great shot.

     The same is true for life.

 

 

Everything has two sides.

Everything. 

It's a law here where we live.

 Focus is what makes the difference.

It's always a choice. 

 

 

Today I am choosing to focus on the exquisite beauty of the small.

 

 

Because I can.

 

A Weed by Any Other Name

 My yard is currently covered in these:

And also these: 

It is literally covered in dandelions

 in various stages of birth, growth and death.

They are beautiful.

I looked up the definition of  'weed' and found it to be simply this:

"A weed is any plant out of place."

These particular plants do no harm to their surrounding environment.

And, for example, they can be harvested for both food and medicine.

Every part of the dandelion is edible.

So it's not so much that these plants have no intrinsic value,

but the fact that they are displaced and plentiful makes them unwanted.

Valueless.

 

 

 When I think back over my life I can remember times where I have also been a dandelion:

Wild, prolific, plentiful and.... out of place. 

Rich in resources, but unharvested and therefore unappreciated. 

In that way, we are kin...me and the dandelions.

 So today I am paying a little tribute to this beautiful spring rose.

Komorebi

 I recently discovered a new word: komorebi

 It is a Japanese word that refers to "sunlight shining through the trees"

 

Related, but less often used, is the word hamorebi

which refers to "the sun peaking through the leaves" instead of the branches or trunk

 

 

What strikes me most about these words...the mere fact of them....is that they indicate that these are things people actually talk about, or have needed to talk about. 

Otherwise these words wouldn't exist. 

 

 

 

I would like to know the word for "sun shining through long grass".

 

 And also the word for 

"accidental discovery of small new lives in nature you hadn't encountered before"

 

 

And finally: what is the word for "sunlight falling on new green shoots"?
 

These are a few things I would like to be talking about.

And then there was colour

 

 

 

Some things need no explanation.

Small Lives

This morning I went out into nature to look for colour inspiration for painting, and I was struck by all the many small lives that exist together to make a forest.

Right now there are new green shoots turning up everywhere. Small little lives, that are just beginning their journey.

It made me think of how many small lives exist in each of us, and how delicate they are when they first begin to emerge.

 

What really caught my attention this morning was 

how many of these small lives are intertwined.

 

And how they all seem to gather around each other:

their journeys are both sympathetic and independent.

 

 

We are the same.