Where did the color go?
I too feel washed something other than clean, not rinsed and wrung either. Just a winter wan.
If I kick about my ankles, time is not spooled like silk. Rather it is turning around me as a cotton batt tornado.
Silent and the birds have stopped singing as if I were in the eye.
Luckily there is touch. And texture.
Running my fingers over a bit of bark or a gold-rimmed coffee cup heats the tips with sparks of blue, green, gold…
I lean towards the warmth and am pulled forward into the ticking minutes…
…and further down the wide if barren path…
…slow as breathing towards something resembling Spring.
A little gray, yes Loree–but we are so fortunate in Provence to have the blue, blue sky most of the year.
Heather, I won't pretend that I always get the crux of your poetic and lyrical writings. Sometimes those poetic symbolism are over my head but I love reading them anyway. And when I do catch on to the meanings, I'm simply bowled over by their beauty. March is the winter wan month in my neck of the woods. That's when the pure white snow turn to grey or "something other than clean". In the meantime, we've been having snowstorms after the other and the whole scene as far as the eyes can see is pure white. Thanks for the introduction to Birdy – Skinny Love. Never heard it before.
XO
Beautiful words, and beautiful landscapes, even when greyed. The lack of colour points one to the architecture of trees and bare hills.
Heather, your worlds prove that even in the darkest of winter, there is still so much beauty to be found. Today I felt like I was living inside gray cotton candy…or soggy dryer lint. The clouds, the rain, the mist. Winter in the Pacific Northwest at it's blah-ist. But still. We march toward spring. And hope. And look for color and sunshine in hidden places. XOXO
Hello Heather
I enjoyed listening to Skinny Love. My first time hearing this song. The word "wan" so perfectly describes this stage in winter in your corner of the world.
Sending you flashes of sunshine
Helenx
Heather, love the poetry in your words, the solitude and quiet in your images! Where are they taken? Cheers,
Deborah – Melbourne.
dearest heather
we checked out all the los angeles links that you sent us in habitually chic and remembered Most of them (but the stationery store is a Most Definite Find!)
love the solitude and (almost) sadness of winter in your photography and then SUDDENLY that picture on the crest of the hill – oh! soaring – like an eagle – gorgeous.
waving from here. to there. bisous.
_tg xx
Luckily there is beauty. In your words but also in the drabness of winter – for without it, how would we know to appreciate quiet things? xx
beautiful pictures, beautiful music.
merci*
We are lucky that winters here are a bit more colourful. I enjoyed your beautiful, poetic words about how you feel during this season. I understand it can get a bit drab in some countries.