52 Photos ~ Where people gather

I think we can all agree that this winter has been long by any measure. Even this week, when the days are noticeably elongated by extra minutes of daylight, the overnight temperatures keep plunging down below -10ยบ F. The alternating daytime sunshine followed by nighttime freezes has glazed the snow with a sparkling layer that… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Where people gather

52 Photos ~ Hearts

Did I have a song in my head this week? Of course, I did... http://youtu.be/1NIz0IrpmX4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ These photos and post are in response to this week's theme for the 52 Photos Project. You should participate, too! Read about how it works here. You can see a gallery of everyone's photos for this week's theme here.… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Hearts

52 Photos ~ Crooked line

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in crooked line And the less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine. --The Indigo Girls, "Closer to Fine"… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Crooked line

52 Photos ~ My reflection

As I mentioned before, these weekly photo themes often put a song in my head. This week's song is Reflections, a Burt Bacharach song from the 1973 movie Lost Horizon, which I've never seen. That movie was a remake of Frank Capra's 1937 film of the same name, also which I've never seen. Both movies… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ My reflection

52 Photos ~ Wide open spaces

The Snow Man One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Wide open spaces

52 Photos ~ Something really small

Tea at the Palaz of Hoon Not less because in purple I descended The western day through what you called The loneliest air, not less was I myself. What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard? What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears? What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Something really small