Winter, with her cold arms and grey dress, has long been a difficult season for me to embrace. The beach comber at my core, longs for sunny days and sandy shores with the obstinant blindness of a two-year old. This year, I have tried to soften in many ways, not the least of which is in my blighted judgments of life. In so doing I learned something important about myself: I don't despise winter, I simply don't like being cold. That is much simpler than actually dreading an entire season. So I have been taking baby steps in the hopes of falling in love with each moment a little at a time.
Today, on my hike I found a rainbow of color, subdued and inspiring, radiating from a landscape ripe with angles, contrasts and line juxtaposed with texture and raw beauty.
Here are a few sights along the way to mark the quiet symphony of winter:Sometimes I stand in awe, captivated, behind the looking lens of my camera, by the incomprehensible beauty in the details of the world we inhabit. In this image the juxtaposition of greys and browns made me think of all the colors of winter. And here are some that I found:
(Can you believe I found this little haven, tucked away beneath brambles in a protected valley between two hills. I nearly cried with joy at the sight of so much green!! I immediately lay on my belly smelling the moist earth and imagining the fairies of my youth dancing in verdant splendor.)
Blues:Purples and blacks:And my trusty brown Maya who patiently waits while I ooooh and ahhhh over the majesty of it all.