Wooden Woman pours a cup of boiling water and slips out the
front door into ten-below-zero winter. She nods to those watching from the
window, steadies the contents as she pulls her arm back, and without warning flings
the water in a violent arc overhead.
front door into ten-below-zero winter. She nods to those watching from the
window, steadies the contents as she pulls her arm back, and without warning flings
the water in a violent arc overhead.
Instantaneous cloud making. Quite miraculous. Nothing at all drops to the ground. It will
make you cheer.
make you cheer.
Frost is more shy. Often nocturnal. It waits for energy to
drop and wind to quiet, finding places close to the ground that the zephyrs
miss. Frost is also water but with more patience. Spikes of hoar and rime
transform the world in ways humans cannot; windows design themselves with
filigree. Wooden Woman thinks frost is the perfect blend of patience and beauty
and audaciousness.
drop and wind to quiet, finding places close to the ground that the zephyrs
miss. Frost is also water but with more patience. Spikes of hoar and rime
transform the world in ways humans cannot; windows design themselves with
filigree. Wooden Woman thinks frost is the perfect blend of patience and beauty
and audaciousness.
Isn’t it interesting there is an element of indifference in the
scream of vermillion just before sunset; and in the riot of dahlias nodding together
on a spring morning; even in the weary face of a woman closing her eyes
for a moment, her cheek snuggled against a sleeping child. Beauty is indifferent to us. No need of a viewer. Makes no difference to beauty.
scream of vermillion just before sunset; and in the riot of dahlias nodding together
on a spring morning; even in the weary face of a woman closing her eyes
for a moment, her cheek snuggled against a sleeping child. Beauty is indifferent to us. No need of a viewer. Makes no difference to beauty.
Oh, but honey come quick, you’re going to miss it.
Oops. Gone now. Sorry.
We are drawn to beauty like a drug. And we take all the
credit for its goodness when it appears.
credit for its goodness when it appears.
Great hubris.
Wooden Woman thinks the drug should be called Encouragement.
Everyday something to take your breath away. From God. To you. With love.
*
I loved this! you have captured
the emotion of my heart on many an occasion~
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We are drawn to beauty like a drug~
Wooden Woman thinks the drug should be called Encouragement.
Everyday something to take your breath away. From God. To you. With love.
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This is outrageous beauty~ I love it!
Indifferent, this is very interesting, resplendent and indifferent, stand-alone. Perfectly stand-alone. I think I shall partake in beauty differently. How did I never notice?
Your writing is so lyrical. I love it. LOVE.
Oh, and the photos are brilliant.
Wher's the "+" button?
Brian and Susan how heartening to hear from you.
yes, good to see you here again.
ah i am def drawn to beauty…and frost does some pretty amazing things with its structures….
happy new year
its been a while.