My Snow Queen
Saturday, January 11, 2014 at 01:12PM
Cheryl Crotty


How long I have waited for you to arrive..and you do not disappoint..When I first saw you, my heart started beating. Beating so fast I could not even wait to set the camera on the tri-pod. Thank you for sharing a few moments with me...I'll be back and next time, I hope I'm more prepared for your spendor.  Maybe next time you'll also feel the need to stay a bit longer...oh what a tease you are...
I do believe you are my gift, my sign, that all will be well in 2014... Already my word for the year...Persistant, has paid off...just looking at you brings me joy.
I am most alive in my photography when I am out in can't stage it.   It happens or it doesn't, but when it does...there is nothing quite like the sense of wonder that one feels.   And so,  I continue to go...
Hand held at 500mm... ah not as old as I thought.. 
Linking up to KK Friday's Find...
White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field
 “Coming down out of the freezing sky
with its depths of light,
like an angel, or a Buddha with wings,
it was beautiful, and accurate,
striking the snow and whatever was there
with a force that left the imprint
of the tips of its wings - five feet apart -
and the grabbing thrust of its feet,
and the indentation of what had been running
through the white valleys of the snow -
and then it rose, gracefully,
and flew back to the frozen marshes
to lurk there, like a little lighthouse,
in the blue shadows -
so I thought:
maybe death isn't darkness, after all,
but so much light wrapping itself around us -
as soft as feathers -
that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking,
and shut our eyes, not without amazement,
and let ourselves be carried,
as through the translucence of mica,
to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow,
that is nothing but light - scalding, aortal light -
in which we are washed and washed
out of our bones.”
 - Mary Oliver


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