… A Rainbow Must Fall
Well, this rainbow didn’t actually fall … it kind of hovered in a little square space in the sky, but I was so pleased to see color in the little world outside of my back door that I had to share it. I’ve never actually seen a rainbow like this, and I’m not even positive that it is technically a rainbow – I’m not even positive that you can put the words “technical” and “rainbow” together to make any sort of sense. But who cares? All I see is beauty in nature.
I had a touch of color added to my wintery world this morning. That photo I’ll share with you tomorrow.
In the meantime, here are a few more shots of my misty morning in a local cemetery.
Some people might find this subject matter scary or depressing, I just found it peaceful. There are very few times in our lives these days when we can become completely unplugged and just enjoy a little peace and quiet.
As someone who remembers the age of no cell phones, no home computers, no work computers and the joys of reading a book or just taking a walk for no reason, I have to say that I enjoyed my brief stay at the local cemetery.
I love the black and white quality of these color photos. They somehow remind me of the photos my mom used to take with our old Kodachrome camera.
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Misty Morning Too
I ventured out the other day – it was a foggy morning. The unseasonably warm air hit the frozen snow on the ground – Mother Nature’s fog machine.
I’ve passed this cemetery many times over many years and never once felt compelled to visit it – until this one foggy morning. It drew me in. The fog gave it a mystery and a peace that I think befitting a place of rest – solitude, quiet.
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Row of Fog
It strikes me funny how blah blah black and white my photo blog has been of late. That’s winter for you.
Even color photos appear as if they were shot in black and white – perhaps they should be shot in black and white, but they don’t appear that way when you’re aiming the camera.
Taking pictures is so peaceful for me – whether in my car or on foot (not in this slush), whether it’s quiet or I have some great music playing – it’s my solitude. Far away from phones and computers – just me and the lens – it’s pure Zen.
I woke up the other morning with the biggest smile greeting me – the smile of a happy, happy, happy snowman – he was the happiest, tallest and best snowman I’ve seen so far this year and he was right next door. “Good morning Mr. Snowman.”
He seemed to be waiving me over – “Come out and play,” but I could not. The weather was too harsh, but I was happy to peak out at him every once in a while – he made me smile too.
The snow was being covered by freezing rain – it was coming down hard and it was too harsh to venture outside, but Mr. Snowman continued smiling – what a trooper. Though he didn’t show it in his face, things were obviously weighing heavily on Mr. Snowman.
Finally, the harsh reality – in snow, as in life, nothing is forever. Mr. Snowman finally succumbed to the weather.
Darkness was not the only thing that fell that night. We’ll miss your smiling face Mr. Snowman.
Yesterday New Jersey, where I currently live, was host to the Super Bowl. It was the first fairly warm day we’ve had in weeks. Today all those people trying to get home got a surprise and so did the residents of this tiny Garden State.
At 5 am it was cold and rainy – you could see the bare ground and having expected snow at midnight, I was sure that the weather report had been wrong again. Maybe we were going to be spared. It’s been near zero for weeks with intermittent snowstorms. Two thoughts come to mind – 1) why didn’t I got to meteorology school, and 2) why did I leave South Carolina? I know why on both counts, but I still hate the cold sometimes.
When I got up for the second time (rainy Mondays aren’t very motivating for the early riser in me) it was 7 am and it was snowing blizzard style. On the news (which I pretty much watch only during weather events), people who attended the Super Bowl were now trying to get back home – they didn’t want to be here anymore than the rest of us – but they were stranded at the airport some 30 miles away from my humble digs, and here it didn’t look like anyone was going to work either. No one was going anywhere. The Governor declared a state of emergency, and the snow came down for over 12 hours.
Meanwhile, midday, I needed a break from work and as I peered out of the back window, I saw the strangest sight: A congregation of what appeared to be doves high in a tree, face to face with the oncoming snow. It was a bit odd, but beautiful. I had to get my camera and brave the conditions from the safety of my damp, but snow-free patio.
Out on a Limb
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I say they were doves because they looked much larger than the other birds flying around looking for a safe place to land and hide. The picture doesn’t do their size justice and it’s hard to tell even in the photo exactly what type of birds they were – their tail feathers seemed to be shaped like doves, but you can tell me.
Whether you’re a bird lover like me, or even better, a member of the Audubon Society, feel free to leave a comment and let me know what types of birds you think they are.