sweet dreams are made of this

At the end of a long day, there is nothing better than your own bed. This was the only photo I could muster after Saturday’s art fair  & just before collapsing onto freshly-washed sheets. It really is the little things…

blog071215_bed189/365: bed

unexpected guest

The new dark gray deck stain provided a perfect backdrop for my exotic visitor. This long-haired wonder hung out on the railing most of the day, giving me the perfect thing to shoot while the 2nd coat dried.

blog062615_cool-caterpillar175/365: caterpillar

make your mark

Fresh snow is like a gigantic blank canvas, perfectly suited to the irresistible human desire to make our mark wherever we go.

I always enjoy discovering other people’s creations, like these undulating lines – so like the flowing current – rolling along the frozen creek bed.

snow markings50/365: lines in the snow

seeds

Despite the fresh beginning that the New Year brings, come January (in the north country), it can feel that the world has been dead for quite a long time. The landscape appears monochromatic, rather bleak. I turn to the seeds – always full of hope – the subtle grays, browns, and shades of white that form the winter palette – and take heart in the knowledge that every winter eventually turns to spring.

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1/365: seed heads on snow

02.27.13 make believe

I love the make believe corner at Zola’s school. Or any place that encourages flights of fancy and provides tools for the imagination. Glimmering in shafts of afternoon sunlight, the dress-up clothes whisper an invitation to come and play, to inhabit the daydream.

blog022713_makebelieve58/365: dress-up in teal & tulle (preschool afternoon)