scenes seen through one artist's eyes
Oh my gawd, that looks cold and fun all at the same time! Wouldn't you 'snow it!Am having a cider in your honour since I suspect we will have to send you the brandy, I've seen dogs in the snow carrying the stuff so now I know that they're on the way to your house!!
The first photo reminds me of the opening of "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening"
Your photo's are spectacular! Despite the cold, the weather has provided us with some lovely artwork!
Snowed for 4 days.http://snowdayforlhasa.com/
Saj,Snow goggles are on and Pierre has fastened a rope to my waist, tied it to the post in the back entryway of the house so I can find my way back, and I'm about to head down to the end of our driveway to keep a lookout for that brandy-toting canine!
DCW,It is an honour to have my humble imagery stir memories of such a classic poem.
Audrey,How lovely that you stopped by (or stopped by these woods on a snowy evening, as DCW remarked above), in spite of the cold! Thank you for your kind comment about the art work. Encouragement is much appreciated.
c,Such a loss. I wasn't aware of that particular marking of her passing. Did you ever hear Jim Cochorarn's tribute show to her on CBC? Very touching.
..it's a friggin' rip roarin' blizzard out thar.... not fit for man nor beast... but the school buses are still running... go figure!!.. or maybe they're all in the ditch by now... haven't seen head nor hair of the child.
Heh, I decided that I'd read blogs while I put off shoveling. How much did my guilty conscience pay you to post this?Lovely, lovely shots.
really love these snowy scenes, louciao. such a sense of quiet.
Gwen,you must really get humdingers of storms, perched up so high on the cliff as you are, with the winds roaring in off the bay. It's not that bad here, just the usual hard falling, sideways slanted steady snow. ssssssssssssssss. (yes,I'm hissing at Old Man Winter!) A relief not to have to go out anywhere; just sit back and listen to the ploughs passing...and hope that the electricity holds. Ah, life in the maritimes. I hope the child turned up safe and sound!
tattytiara,The invoice is in the mail. Pleased to be of service to your guilty conscience. We aim to please! (and to aid, abet, and promote in the resistance to snow-shovelling, unless done by persons other than one's self).:-)
jann,I'm pleased that you like them. "Quietude" is perhaps the best quality about gazing upon scenes of untrammeled snow. Maybe that's why I do enjoy gazing out the windows during and after a snowstorm. But truth to tell, I'd rather be picking up some of those luscious lemons from one of your dusty Sicilian streets!
white noise.for years now i ask meself where all the white will go to, once the snow melts. december '06 last time that i saw snow with me own eyes. thank you for the memories. please have you all a good thursday.
Robert,White noise! Excellent. The sound of snowflakes falling. The hush of snow sleeping. There used to be a toothpaste ad that said, "you'll wonder where the yellow went when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent." I don't think it would sell much toothpaste if they changed it to "you'll wonder where the white went."
For someone snowed in you certainly are making the most of it... I'd be under a pile of quilts by the fireplace with hot tea, but you are out braving the risk of falling icicles which could impale you at any moment... just goes to show what lengths and risks seriously intrepid bloggers will go to to get the goods and present them to the world at large... yes, icicles, and probably some polar bears out there, not to mention packs of coyotes and wolves ! Oh, and I think that first one at the top is an award winner. A dream house vision if there ever was one...Dream on, dream on, keep opening up those dreamy windows into other worlds for us...
BrOwen,I might be enrobed in quilts, sipping hot tea in front of a roaring fireplace if we had one but, alas, there is only an ugly metal box of a woodstove installed in the basement so it's basically only the cat who lolls about in front of it. The stove is essentially Pierre's pet and he loves to feed it. Hmmmm...I think it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to apply that description to myself. I haven't yet seen the polar bears sailing the tides on ice floes but am keeping a sharp lookout. Sometimes we hear the coyotes partying, though. Today is Day 2 of the side-effects of that US snowstorm you warned me about. Day 2 of being cooped up. I fear I may have to start photographing dust bunnies around the house for blog subject matter. Maybe with Photoshop I could make them look like polar bears!
I'm sure with your incredible talents you could make most anything look like a polar bear... will be looking forward to seeing what you come up with...In the meanwhile, since you seem to have enjoyed some the the abandoned building material, I just found an awesome site, full of sights...http://kingstonlounge.blogspot.com/Quite a serious reporter, whoever this person is... enjoy...
BrO,I'll just let the dust bunnies get a little bigger first. Easier to shoot life size.