Counteracting the snowy, gray chill and early darkness with candles and friends invited to share supper.
Friday morning in Ohio. Simple sunrise on way to Michael’s school.
What would your word be for this image today?
happening at the same time- simultaneously.
Flickering candle flames are mesmerizing. It’s hard to avert your eyes.
They cast a flattering light.
The sound of the strike of a wooden match. Tapers on a dinner table. The evening’s about to begin.
Lighting votives in the alcove of a church offers comfort when there’s really nothing else one can do.
Skinny candles on birthday cakesthe smell of wax and smoke after you make your wish, blow them out.
Everyone’s getting those battery operated, remote control, waxy but not real flame candles these days. No carbon marks on paint behind picture frames. No danger of setting the house afire.
I’ve got a set on the mantel right now. Need a load of double AAs. Make them glow again.
The wavering lights of true flames, hypnotize me.
Create shadows on the walls.
Light up a winter night.
An infinity scarf. No beginning. No end. Have you knit one?
Found in Pittsburgh’s Strip District on top of a recycle can, as I parked Friday morning.
Headed for La Prima Espresso for a delicious start to the day.
I didn’t touch it to determine if it was hand knit or determine fiber content but I felt sad when I saw it. The snow flakes caught on the stitches.
Usually you find a lone glove.
We took a late afternoon walk in the sun today. Penny was excited to take a walk. Maura found a book in the Little Free Library on the corner.
Charlie wore his ski goggles. He held up his baby to show him the fully visible moon.
We cut down the alley and saw some signs of bulbs sprouting through the earth. Charlie looked back to make sure I was coming, too. I was gawking and shooting a few snaps on the phone, capturing the sun we haven’t seen in such a long time. It was chilly in the shade.
We’ve still got to get through the month of March and it’s been known to snow but I could feel a respite from winter today.
Spring in winter.
What a difference a few hours make.
This photo and note were sent to me in 2007 by my dear friend Dorothy Holley.
I found it today (Valentine’s Eve?) while cleaning a desk I rarely use. It was a lovely find as Dorothy passed in June 2010.
I included her note on the back, telling how she took it through a window and a screen.
Now and then I see one in my yard, too. Cardinals look stunning against the evergreen by my porch, especially in the snow. Dorothy loved the birds and waited to capture this picture.
She was a good encourager to me.
Placed her Valentine’s photo on red paper to take a shot with my phone to share with you.
If you’ve followed the blog, you’ve “met” Dorothy before.The Quart Jar Poet film is for sale as a fundraiser for Madwomen in the Attic, Carlow University.
And here’s a poem by Liane Ellison Norman about Dorothy’s iris.