Sunday afternoon
Two pictures today, to celebrate the end of the series.
walkway in the local park
lily pads and ice
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- James Owens
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All that unblemished snow!! We got snow today :) There's something magical about water lilies, and I love Plath's Crossing the Water poem -
"Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls."
oh no
i had forgotten this was only one week-series :-(
i love both of them, but the second one is amazing - such frailty - and with Plath's poem here (thank you Sorlil!), what more can i say: this is the silence of my astounded soul.
A treasure of contrasts on a winter solstice, the longest night of the year. Thank you.
I was reminded by my sister tonight of the transformative water lily in symbols in the Eastern cultures.
Coming from murky muddy pools, such pure beauty.
Sorlil Thank you for the Plath quote. It is perfect.
Roxana: Oh, but there will be other series ... aleady I am sensing dim plans looming just over the horizon....
Dianne: Yes, there is something archetypal about water lilies, and not only in the East ... beauty out of the mud and rotting debris, there is something basic to our souls....
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