I missed posting yesterday, because I was getting ready for a concert. Actually, what I was doing was putting together my late submission for the The Eleventh Annual Blogger Christmahanukwanzaakah Online Holiday Concert, graciously hosted by Neil at Citizen of the Month. Go check out all the songs and photos! (And look for my stop-motion video doodling, accompanying a recording of “We wish you a Merry Christmas.” )
This weekend was largely uneventful, but somehow also neither productive nor relaxing. I think what I need to do now is just curl up and go to sleep. (But I’m still posting something. This curled up little leaf caught my eye a few days ago, catching some late afternoon rays in a parkling lot.)
After many long years without pets, our home is once again graced with the pitter-patter of (not-so-little) paws. I have enjoyed not just hearing these paws, but observing the prints they make outside.
Of course, the puppy isn’t the only creature to make tracks around our house. The wild turkeys leave a delightful pattern of arrows in the snow.
It’s time of year when my phone fills up with photos of ice. This time of year is, naturally, close on the heels of the time of year when my phone fills up with photos of leaves.
It may not shock you to know that in this transition from late fall into winter, I sometimes also take photos of leaves and ice together.
Today marks 4 years since the shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. That was an event that effected me deeply, hitting very close to home. I think of those kids and their families, of how much they have lost out. I see my own daughter, who was the same age as the children who were killed that day, and think how those kids also should have celebrated their 10th birthdays. They should have grown and learned and entered the tween years. So much was stolen from them and their families.
Today was also a day of horrific news from Aleppo. Thousands of miles away, men, women and children are being senselessly killed. Many have shared their heartbreaking messages of farewell. The devastation is unfathomable.
I don’t have enough words to express my sadness, but I felt it was important to acknowledge it.
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The puddles on our driveway and paths can be treacherous when they freeze, but they can also provide a gallery of fascinating shapes and pattern. These are a few of the many photos I took today. (I took several photos in the morning, and was surprised that the ice hadn’t melted by afternoon.)