Friday, January 30, 2015
Ordinary
Marveling, this week, at the light that lingers past 5pm, and more so for the sunny afternoons. Mornings rise tamped down in fog, which fades not completely as the hours tick by, a shadowy film on the anemic winter light. In the middle of my workday I step outside, look up — and turn around and around. There is no end to the wonder of these ordinary days.
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"There is no end to the wonder of these ordinary days" How beautiful. Here in Illinois the skies are grey with impending snow which will grace us with many inches. We have so much to do before it hits but this moment right now, is so beautiful. Thanks for the reminder. Lovely photo
ReplyDeleteDonna, thank you for stopping by, and taking the time to leave a comment. Enjoy the moment!
DeleteI love this photo. Was this a 'found' object or staged? It's good, in either case. Our ability to wonder at ordinary days is THE thing that makes us whole, stirs the creative juices and gives us hope. Love it.
ReplyDeleteTara, I was on a walk with a friend when I came upon this lovely door.
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