There is a glass window to the forest
we see our last days here
winter is mild about us now
the low cool gone
the blankets stripped back
revealing what we should have
known before
we always forget the leaves
that came and went
the branches bare and struggling
to find their breath
I know spring will come
and breathe life into our days too
fact’s happy speech!
So I will enjoy this lingering winter
before the sun’s white gold
takes our sorrow.
by shona cole
1) PHOTOGRAPY
Check out these photos of a decaying Detroit!
2) JEWELRY
And this beautiful blog, Jean Jean Vintage.
3) WORKSHOP
I will be taking some classes at Art Unraveled in March. I am going to learn about using resin on paper and a few other classes too.
My inspiration of the day....lovely captures and fine words.........
ReplyDeleteThe photos are stunning! Thank you as always for your inspiration.
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I love this poem. Your next book should be poems with digitally altered photos......in your spare time of course, because five children isn't enough!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your poem and the photos. I checked out the "decaying Detroit" photos. I am a crazy artist who loves rust and torn paper!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures and words.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous Photo Story
ReplyDeleteOh man, this is lovely from start to finish. Thanks you.
ReplyDeleteHave a great week jj
Shona, I love these photos and your poem. You write so poignantly. :o)
ReplyDeleteBTW, I did some Sepia pictures two days ago and would love to have your opinion. You are my inspiration..you and Shannon for photography. :o)
xo
Donna
I love the thread of verdigris running through this post. love, Beth
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