S W O O N D: let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!*

12.02.2007

let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!*

'Tis the season. Right on cue: a light snowfall early this morning. I adore the way a powdering of white brings architectural and decorative detail and pattern into even bolder relief.

Color, too!

*Favorite recording of this yuletide staple? My answer: Lady Ella. In fact, Ella Wishes You a Swinging Christmas is among my top 10 (maybe top seven or even five) holiday albums. Other "Let It Snow!" fun: Bing, Deano, Mrs. Elvis Costello, Mitch Miller & the Gang, Francis Albert Sinatra.

:images dianamuse

6 comments:

Things That Inspire said...: Did you take these pictures? They are beautiful!; 12/02/2007
Maryam in Marrakesh said...: Sigh, I miss Christmas music. Slim pickings here in Marrakech:-(; 12/03/2007
girl meets glamour said...: Wow, how I miss the snow! Thanks for sharing these images!

~Kate; 12/04/2007
studio wellspring said...: what great photos! i'll live vicariously thru your gorgeous captures of the snow fall since we won't be getting any here in sf. ;o); 12/05/2007
katiedid said...: Beautiful photos! Thanks. :); 12/07/2007
Anonymous said...: beautiful pictures. do you mind if I use the very first photograph as a picture for a poem I've written?
my e-mail is - ravenend@hotmail.com

I hope you do write back.; 5/10/2008

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the world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

- w. b. yeats

sounds travel through space long after their wave patterns have ceased to be detectable by the human ear: some cut right through the ionosphere and barrel on out into the cosmic heartland, while others bounce around, eventually being absorbed into the vibratory fields of earthly barriers, but in neither case does the energy succumb; it goes on forever - which is why we, each of us, should take pains to make sweet notes.

- tom robbins

the same dream returned each night until i dared not to go to sleep and grew quite ill. i dreamed i had a child, and even in the dream i saw it was my life, and it was an idiot, and i ran away. but it always crept onto my lap again, clutched at my clothes. until i thought, if i could kiss it, whatever in it was my own, perhaps i could sleep. and i bent to its broken face, and it was horrible . . . but i kissed it. i think one must finally take one's life in one's arms.

- arthur miller, after the fall

YIN AND JUNG

who looks outside, dreams;

who looks inside, awakes.

everything that irritates us about others can lead us to a better understanding of ourselves.

when we must deal with problems, we instinctively resist trying the way that leads through obscurity and darkness. we wish to hear only of unequivocal results, and completely forget that these results can only be brought about when we have ventured into and emerged again from the darkness. but to penetrate the darkness we must summon all the powers of enlightenment that consciousness can offer.

- carl jung, the stages of life