There’s a quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne that I like: “Sunlight is painting”. It’s very true when the landscape is lush and full of color. But when the world is still in a spare, naked state at winter’s end, sunlight is drawing. Beautiful, strong, graphic line drawings everywhere you look.
06.08.13 coulee sundown
A photo from the road, somewhere in the middle of Iowa. Have you heard this song before? If not, I recommend it.
This is how it starts…
I’ve never had a way with women, but the hills of Iowa make me wish that I could,
And I’ve never found a way to say I love you, but if the chance came by, oh I, I would.
But way back where I come from, we never mean to bother,
We don’t like to make our passions other people’s concern,
And we walk in the world of safe people, and at night we walk into our houses and burn.
– from Iowa by Dar Williams, (on iTunes)
02.28.13 mess o’ vines
Maybe it’s because I’m becoming more of a gardener myself. Or maybe it’s because I’m often looking for daily photos within the same 4-block radius. But I am just loving these winter garden vignettes. This one, the chaotic tangle of English ivy growing along our fence, reminds me of barbed wire. Or some really unruly hair. I like that the vines have a strong will and a mind of their own. Of course, it helps that they are so beautiful…