Moving around the seasons.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Heart
February Photo A Day
My heart is full this Valentine's Day. In the past few weeks, since Little O's birth, family and friends have reached out to our little family with such kindness and love. There have been gifts, notes, texts with colorful emoticons, phone calls, and visits.
For me, to know I am loved is always a most surprising gift. And the greatest.
I can't believe that someone I did not know five weeks ago could make my heart swell this much. It reminds me what is possible. That one day you could be alone and the next day, someone can come into your life and change it and then change you. It happens. I've been one person and walked into lecture halls, stepped on to trains, climbed up to the roof, stood at the walls of gatherings where I didn't belong and stumbled upon the words and conversations and people in my life that I did not know the moment before, and they become part of me and then I am someone else.
I read this the other day, because I read all the books in the house out loud, children's books that have filled our home, and hope the sweet boy who doesn't yet understand, but perhaps is listening, can hear the words. It wowed me. It made me teary. Made me close my eyes and nod and 'yes' it.
In the green of the grass...in the smell of the sea...in the clouds floating by...at the top of a tree...in the sound crickets make at the end of the day...
"You are loved. You are loved. You are loved," they all say.
--From Wherever You Are: My Love Will Find You by Nancy Tillman
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Blue
February Photo A Day
It's snowing here, again, and we're watching the world from the window, looking past the huge flakes stuck to the screen as they create a permanent snow-scape. There's a frantic toe-point ballet of ice at the roof and even the trees seem weary of winter, shaking their limbs free of snow.
Here, inside, it's all blankets and television, hot tea, a baby who smiles in his sleep then cries and fusses in wild frenzied intervals. I'm grateful I have no where I need to be, that I have this sweet boy who, when he decides it is appropriate, is wide and blue-eyed, pressing a warm head against my chest.
We painted the walls of his room a fairytale blue. Not because he's a boy but because it's the color of a technicolor movie sky. Hyper-real. In a way.
Sometimes we are all lucky enough to see a sky the color of the wall and I'm thinking of this particular coat of blue, and the way they soared, just before dusk, on a summer day in Coney Island.
It's snowing here, again, and we're watching the world from the window, looking past the huge flakes stuck to the screen as they create a permanent snow-scape. There's a frantic toe-point ballet of ice at the roof and even the trees seem weary of winter, shaking their limbs free of snow.
Here, inside, it's all blankets and television, hot tea, a baby who smiles in his sleep then cries and fusses in wild frenzied intervals. I'm grateful I have no where I need to be, that I have this sweet boy who, when he decides it is appropriate, is wide and blue-eyed, pressing a warm head against my chest.
We painted the walls of his room a fairytale blue. Not because he's a boy but because it's the color of a technicolor movie sky. Hyper-real. In a way.
Sometimes we are all lucky enough to see a sky the color of the wall and I'm thinking of this particular coat of blue, and the way they soared, just before dusk, on a summer day in Coney Island.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Makes Me Happy
February Photo A Day
This is Plaza Mayor in Laguardia, Spain. It is a fairytale of a place and we sat for many hours watching the people of this village pass through. If I close my eyes, I am there, sipping this wine, feeling that leaning sun, listening to the surprising notes of song.
This is Plaza Mayor in Laguardia, Spain. It is a fairytale of a place and we sat for many hours watching the people of this village pass through. If I close my eyes, I am there, sipping this wine, feeling that leaning sun, listening to the surprising notes of song.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Self Portrait
February Photo A Day
Contemplative and half-shadowed. Not quite reflected but reflective. Sometimes colored. Sometimes muted. Sometimes veiled. Against brick. Behind glass. Always wishing to be good, to be kinder, to be brighter, to be alive to the world. Protesting a tendency to wither. Unfurling. Becoming. Happily caught in a moving, storming, windswept swirl.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Front Door
February Photo A Day
Taking the theme quite literally today. This is our front door. And an engagement portrait from a few years back.
Photo Credit:
My amazingly talented friend who photographed our wedding, Katie Burnett
Saturday, February 8, 2014
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