Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Welcome Winter

The light of the winter solstice seems to me to be very special. A photographer knows that brilliant bright sunlight at the middle of the day and the hours surrounding, are not typically the best time to be taking photographs. This is one of the reasons I love to celebrate the entrance of winter with some time midst nature, some time taking photographs in the light which is always fabulous throughout the day, and some time contemplating the entrance also of the Baby Jesus in only a few days.



A couple of years ago I was able to capture some of my most fabulous nature scenes during the entrance of winter. I returned on this Sunday, not quite for the solstice but very clearly close enough to capture once again some brilliant light, to the grounds at St. Pete's. As my fingers and toes began to chill, with the pausing to capture the light, I delighted in the magic of this season. I offered up a number of intimate prayers praising the presence of spirit and angels. I delighted in the mystery of life.

If one is still while visiting St. Pete's one might catch sight of a thoughtful white bunny. Deer are also visitors there at times. 



This visit, I was able to see a bunny at a distance but as I approached, it disappeared out of sight. The chickadees, however, love visitors. While walking midst the trees they will be chick a dee dee deeing all about you. If you stand still for any length of time they will invade your reverie as they look for food on your camera and self. I had little time as the light was quickly fading. I had not even brought seeds along with me. That will be for another day.



Praying that angels be with you as we have said welcome to winter - that season sometimes filled with wonder


 and other times filled with harshness.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Looking through the window

"Looking through the window..."


my eyes caught the sparkle
of a mystical, magical land

The horses ready to alight
on the minutest of sleighs
barely visible to mine orbs

"Wait for me"
I whispered
but the light
was changing

As I turned for my cape
snowflakes floated
no longer sparkled

Looking through the window…

© Wendy Burton
November 2006