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Bonneyville Winter 2016

I spent the day Sunday out in the cold.  I needed to find the beauty around me.  It has been a difficult couple of weeks, however there has been major resolution to what was bothering me.   It is a good time in my life. I find myself looking forward to the further beauty of the winter.  Blow, winter winds, blow.

Bonneyville Winter 2016

Winter Song

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Oh, who would be sad tho’ the sky be a-graying,
And meadow and woodlands are empty and bare;
For softly and merrily now there come playing,
The little white birds thro’ the winter-kissed air.

 

The squirrel’s enjoying the rest of the thrifty,
He munches his store in the old hollow tree;
Tho’ cold is the blast and the snow-flakes are drifty
He fears the white flock not a whit more than we.

 

Then heigho for the flying snow!
Over the whitened roads we go,
With pulses that tingle,
And sleigh-bells a-jingle
For winter’s white birds here’s a cheery heigho!

 

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Day Four – White

blanc, valge, shiro, biały, branco, blanco, gwyn.  White,

blanc, valge, shiro, biały, branco, blanco, gwyn. White,

This was in the White of the Year — by Emily Dickinson

This was in the White of the Year —
That — was in the Green —
Drifts were as difficult then to think
As Daisies now to be seen —

Looking back is best that is left
Or if it be — before —
Retrospection is Prospect’s half,
Sometimes, almost more.

Who knew it would be so difficult to find something white to photograph today?  Perhaps if I had been able to shoot earlier in the day, during the bright light time, it would have been easier, but then I wouldn’t have gotten my bills paid on time!

Blue – Day 2

Blue reflections on ice

Blue reflections on ice

Fragmentary Blue by Robert Frost

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)–
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.

Day 2 brings us the color blue in its many forms.  As I have looked through what people have posted to Assignment 365, I am amazed at the talent and vision people have.  There are so many interpretations of blue.  And as overwhelmed as I am by the scope of this particular 365 and administrating a full year of photo events, I am happy that I have taken this challenge once again.  I have so much to learn.