'november'...

february...

welcome to february...

light caressing, tempting with warmth...

gaining strength, washing over the fog of the mind, pulling you from an almost remembered dream...

calling forth the sounds, the smells, the dripping color...

holding on longer, bringing new minutes to each day...

sending me into another year... this month of my birth

1. light, 2. Daydream - 18/52, 3. Strength , 4. doppelganger, 5. january1010_1, 6. new little blue bird..., 7. DSC_2327, 8. lovely images to work with, 9. blueberries, 10. in february

happy february

pretty things...

imagining the season's first warm touch of light...

opening your eyes to new air's promise...

life blossoming...

memories waiting to grab hold of you...

tasting the glow, the sounds, the gentle breeze...

feeling the touch of warmth on bare arms

1. Untitled, 2. sisters, 3. vintage sewing pattern tissue paper flowers, 4. Untitled, 5. ........................., 6. Untitled, 7. Spring in here!, 8. Untitled, 9. ^__^, 10. I took my lucky break and I broke it in two.

(you can click the links to see each photographer's image on flickr... they can also be found in my flickr favorites)

if only i could really capture the feeling of spring's beginning in a few words. is it biological, how i crave, so intensely, the beginning of each new season? does everyone feel this way? even when i fear the long coldness of winter, or the scalding wetness of summer, my body still feels a strong need for each change

it's as if every year is a miniature cycle, within the larger circle of our lives. i often envy small children, for the newness of their world, and, yet, each spring we become a part of the fresh beginning of earth. perhaps the warm light feels so new and wondrous on bare arms, because the skin is new? we have the memories of warmth, but the skin is discovering the feeling for the first time. it is the season i feel most connected to nature's cycle, as all around me life is discovering the same first touch of warmth... flower petals, newly hatched birds, trees' budding leaves

just some rambling thoughts from a person wanting so desperately to dive into spring! and, reflecting on the nearing close of my first year in georgia. growing up in southern california, the taste of each season was subtle... had to be searched for, listened to closely. but, in a place like georgia, the change is so intense, as breathing in a strong gust of air... crisp cool in fall, sharp cold in winter, soft warmth in spring, hot damp in summer. however different, each place i've lived has it's own beauty (although sometimes it takes time for me to discover it, to embrace it)

off to enjoy the clean sunshine, after a stormy day

happy monday!