
Image submitted in response to Amy’s (The World is a Book) lens artists photo challenge: less is more.

Image submitted in response to Amy’s (The World is a Book) lens artists photo challenge: less is more.

“There was a single likeness, a small sketch that he kept inside a gold locket, …the locket disappeared to the rag-and-bone man. I do not know where the likeness went. It slipped through the cracks of time and went to where the lost things are.”
~K Morton, The Clockmaker’s Daughter, p. 65


“There was no such thing as the right time, he explained. Time was an idea, it had no end and no beginning, it could not be seen or heard or smelled. It could be measured, sure enough, but no words had been found to explain precisely what it was.”
~K Morton, The Clockmaker’s Daughter, p. 66
What intensity of memory clings to your heart?
That gentle shower fell on the leaves–
Only for a moment [our hearts touched]. ~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)

As evening arrives, sorrow visits.
Your phantom, yearned for throughout the day
never appeared.

“For remembrance of her I wanted to write about her,”… but I stopped short with the words, “Ink seems to have frozen up, I cannot write any more.” *
How shall I gather memories of my sister?
The stream of letters is congealed.
No comfort may be found in icicles
~The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
*The continuous writing of the cursive Japanese characters is often compared to a meandering river. “Ink seems to have frozen up” means that her eyes are dim with tears, and no more she can write continuously and flowingly.
as you wander through my dreams
this aged soul wonders…
do our yesterday’s greet you?


contemplating snow clouds —
whitened landscape, I am part
of the winter scene ~bckofford

Today, I like the word Wintering (the act of staying at a place throughout the winter) as it has an underlying message of being at…rest, peace. A seasonal nap time.


During this time of year in which nature slumbers, there is an invitation to sit beside the fireplace and study the amazing images of Michael Kenna and Bruce Percy.


February has within it whispers of spring, It also–like November–is a time of heavy snow storms and cabin fever. Last year I set out on a “frame within a frame” photo assignment.


What gifts did February, 2018 bring you this year?

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