Sunday Dawn

Seventeen days from the winter solstice and the sun now rises almost at its most southerly point in the sky.  Deep rose and rich amethyst tones fill the horizon lighting my southern facing beach with its best exposure.  In those magic minutes before the sun breaks the horizon, the waves are purple black, but with a stripe of deep pink at the base. Ephemeral and fast moving in the rising light, my frozen fingers didn’t synch quickly enough. 

Nonetheless it was a gorgeous tableau- velvet textures on a moving sea.

A Creche Scene for the Times

I am not one for Christmas Pageantry, but this morning, the creche in front of Amicable Congregational Church in Tiverton, RI, stopped me in my tracks.  There, gathered around a 55 gallon drum, were wooden figures whose chiseled tears and black eyes told volumes about hard times.  The shopping cart in this tableau was not one filled with Christmas gifts and gaudy packages. It’s emptiness tells a story about homelessness, loss and the deprivation of human dignity - a powerful message in this season of consumerism excess.

Fall Color - At Long Last

Hurricane Irene didn’t destroy our roads as it did in Vermont, but it took with it all the fall color.  But a return trip to Storm King gave me a chance to revel in the autumn art show that makes the vagaries of this climate bearable.  The entire landscape at Storm King is part of the display.  Carefully planted fields of grass turn shades of grey, muted purple and oranges adding texture and color to the scene.


Andy Goldsworthy's wall of arching curves.

 

 

Alphabet in the Wild....

The Letter T is brought to you by the toadstools at Destruction Brook.

 

The Letter W is brought to you by the corn husks of Cornell Farm.

 

The Letter J is brought to you by the Simsarian's Vermont Garden Gate.

 

The letter X is brought to you by Vermont farmers.  Read the sign carefully....

The letter M is brought to my the sideways tree along the alpaca field at the Cornell Farm.