Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch. – Yoshida Kenko

As if to dress the winter marsh, cattails turn their cigar heads into a white and fluffy mass of seeds, ready to drift off in the wind and build new colonies for spring. * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2013

Black is a misnomer

True to its name, this winterberry holly heralds the pending change of season with clusters of red berries. Commonly called black alder, its leaves turn black before dropping off. Its berries, however, brighten the landscape well into the winter months—assuming, that is, that the birds don’t get to them first. * * * Photo by Mary … More Black is a misnomer

Find beauty not only in the thing itself…

but in the the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.  – Junichiro Tanizaki Watch the colors shift and change with your own miniature, but emblematically powerful, sweet spot. Each hand cut, fashioned, and fired necklace pendant was created through a process that combines the ancient technology of glass fusion … More Find beauty not only in the thing itself…

How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem…

when at the same time it’s so slow and sweet and everlasting. ― Graham Swift.  A trip back in both time and seasonal color, an autumn ride on the Essex Steam Train brings the rush of pure nostalgia. * * * Photo credit: Julie Carlson © 2013. Julie’s photos have appeared in Life Is Full of Sweet Spots – … More How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem…