17.1.10

January or: Brave news













New snow (rapidly turning into slush)...













Old rose (with surprisingly fresh petals inside)...













Pond straightway (with Berlin pond sprites)...














"There is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature
which never goes out, and which no cold can chill. It
finally melts the great snow, and in January or July
is only buried under a thicker or thinner covering..."

(H.D. Thoreau, from: A Winter Walk)

Kommentare:

jude hat gesagt…

and a new/ old cloth

ger hat gesagt…

... just a little saturday night pastime (may be a seed, though ;)

ArtSparker hat gesagt…

"There lives the dearest freshness deep down things"

- Gerard Manley Hopkins

ger hat gesagt…

I like that: deep down things...

Deb G hat gesagt…

A bit more Thoreau: "I have remembered when the winter came, high in my chamber in the frosty nights...the bee's long smothered hum, on the blue flag." (flag is another name for iris).

ger hat gesagt…

Thank you, Deb... I DO like poetry comments...

tattytiara hat gesagt…

You do make snow seem a lot more approachable than I typically regard it!

Kaye Turner hat gesagt…

I love the winter. The stitched piece is really beautiful, very quiet.

ancientcloth hat gesagt…

Roses are so lovely...I have been working with a lot of rose fabric lately. It just snowed here yesterday...many inches. I never tire of Thoreau and William Blake.
The circles with x's over them remind me of the Hopi Indians...fabulous! : )

ger hat gesagt…

Thanks, everyone... I love the winter, too (ain´t easy, though, with the city version...)