still winter....

7:36 AM Posted by James Owens











23 comments:

Sorlil said...

Winter has been with us forever this year, so it seems. I love the third pic down - the frozen water is irresistible and the sea grasses stand so tall.

ARIPI DE FLUTURE said...

sper ca in curand sa vina si primavara:)s

veredit said...

A little humility, it teaches us the winter this year. It seems endless, but I have decided to commit myself entirely to its rhythm and its beauty. You, too, as it seems. Because these pictures show it to me - its charms lie in the reduction and in the changed perspective. Simply wonderful. I embrace you

Krista said...

Yep... still winter here, too! I like seeing the grass peeking through the snow though!

Lady Jo said...

Et toc ! encore l'hiver, chez nous il fait très froid !!!!
Chez toi aussi comme je constate
;-)
D'après toi, c'est qui qui secoue la boule ??? notre bonne vieille terre est malmenée.....
Bizatoi !

Anne said...

But spring is coming soon!
Anne

Anne said...

Please, would you help me telling me how you got the Google translator on your blog? I'd like to have it on my blog, to let readers who don't know french language know what I am publishing.
Thank you very much.
Anne

S. Etole said...

and the sleeping will soon awaken ...

Roxana said...

Cîntec de iarnă


Esti atît de frumoasa, iarna!
Cîmpul întins pe spate, lîngă orizont,
şi copacii opriţi, din fuga crivăţului…
Îmi tremura nările
şi nici o mireasmă,
şi nici o boare,
doar mirosul îndepartat, de gheaţă,
al sorilor.
Ce limpezi sînt mîinile tale, iarna!
Si nu trece nimeni
doar sorii albi se rotesc linistit, idolatru
şi gîndul creşte-n cercuri
sonorizînd copacii
cîte doi,
cîte patru.


Nichita Stănescu



it really fits the mood of your pictures, i think :-) i also have a good translation, but i thought you might want to read it first yourself, it's really not so difficult (she says, smiling playfully :-)

James Owens said...

Sorlil: Irresistible, you're right. I had to walk across the ice.... It's too bad that I never learned to skate as a child. Opportunities are abundant around here.

James Owens said...

Aripe de fluture: Mulțumesc. Cred că vântul se schimbă astăzi …o căldură în aerul….

James Owens said...

Isabella: In the winter, everything is only itself, all pretense stripped away, bones and desire, and I am small under such a sky....

James Owens said...

Krista: I would bet that your winter lasts even longer than mine. Somebody told me the other day: How do you know when its summer in northern Indiana? By the glow of the 4th of July fireworks refecting off the icicles..."

James Owens said...

Lady Jo: Le climat global devient de plus en plus étrange, c’est évident. On a créé des problèmes profounds, et il faundra beaucoup d’années pour s’en débrouiller, si c’est possible….

James Owens said...

Anne: Thank you for that optimistic thought ... and your are right, of course :-)

James Owens said...

Susan: Indeed they will. You know, I've always thought hibernation would be a good way to spend the winter... do bears dream of spring?

James Owens said...

Roxana: Thank you, it's a lovely poem, and it fits the mood perfectly :-)

I think I am reading it pretty accurately -- amazing!! -- I may post a translation here in the comments, after going back over it again to make sure....

sonia a. mascaro said...

Love winter and snow's picures... Maybe because I am from a tropical country (Brazil)

James Owens said...

Sonia: Well, you may not have snow in Brazil ... but I don't have the Amazon!

ruma2008 said...

Thank you for showing wonderful scenery.

Thank you for visiting my blog.

Happy weekend.

From the Far East.
Best regards.
ruma

James Owens said...

Ruma: Hello, and welcome here! I enjoy your pictures of Japan, and I will be visiting again...

Moun said...

Bonjour James,
L'hiver s'en va à petits pas, le printemps pointe ses bourgeons et l'impatience des jours trouvera en cette renaissance une langueur pas monotone du tout !

James Owens said...

Moun: Merci pour ce commentaire poétique, une vision rêveuse de l’arrivée du printemps…. et pour l’écho des violons d’automne de Verlaine, un poème que j’aime