At the image sizes I use on this site, this picture appears almost abstract. There’s a Pollock-like alloverness to it. The eye keeps traveling the surface. There’s a super-abundance of detail. Yet, despite the frenzy of twig and leaf and bark, to stand here in the woods is to be at rest. The business of…
Tag Archive: winter
Twilight
I’m now ensconced in my new rental abode and am all internetted up—so that’s good. And the indicated wallop of snowfall never really happened here in Asheville over the weekend (just a dusting). It’s been cold and grey, but nothing terribly unbearable. I spent the weekend in a classroom; I’m studying for my real estate…
Hopeful [Palette]
I’m moving to my next rental location, which I fervently hope and expect will be the last before I take possession of my own home. I won’t have any internet access on the premises for at least a few days, so it’s likely there won’t be anything new here for a while either. Please bear…
Climbers
I ask myself: how deep is this winter, really? Is it so harsh that hibernation is the only choice? I don’t think so. All around me I see signs of growth—small, subtle efforts that carry growth forward almost imperceptibly. If I wait for the full change of season, I’ll miss out on all that early,…
Sheaf
It’s cold and gray and in Asheville we are expecting the dreaded wintry mix. Bob is on his way today to Salt Lake City. The visit, planned long ago, was to be a family celebration of his father’s 90th birthday. Last night, his mother died. Although not entirely unexpected, the timing will certainly change the…
Triune Dove
It looks like my temporary housing problem is solved. (Let it be so!) Now there’s just all the other stuff of life to deal with. Onward! A Year Ago: Florida, Again I’m sticking with the avian theme to let you know that I’m making another trip to Florida… [read more]
Nipped in the Bud
It’s been raining so steadily and heavily that I wonder if I should break out the ark-building equipment. There is, in fact, a flood watch in effect for Asheville—and I worry that the piles of dirt and the hole dug in the side of my land will decide to reunite in a mudslide at some…
French Broad
I’ll admit that the name makes me giggle, as I picture some brassy Parisian dame swaggairing down ze boulevard wizout geeving a feeg for ennywan, espèces de salauds, quoi! But the French Broad River is far more interesting than that. It flows in a northwesterly direction, which is completely and utterly counterintuitive, especially as it…
Getting Through (Palette)
Things are a little bit harder than I would prefer. My short-term rental period has turned out to be both longer and shorter than I expected. That is to say: the house-building is going more slowly than I’d hoped so I’ll be renting longer, and my current landlord has changed his mind about me extending…
A Dusting of Winter Flowers
From a distance, you would have said a light flurry of snow had fallen and clung to the evergreen branches. Up close, you can see that small, seemingly unseasonable buds have graced these bushes with a pale blush of springlike pink. As usual, my botanical ignorance keeps me from knowing either the name of this…