A sparkly frosty morning to bring in the New Year...Georgia has already been flitting about...
When the land is covered in a dusting of ice and the winter sun hovers along the treeline,
it's me and the camera out to marvel at the cold hand of Jack Frost...
The term 'Wabi Sabi' in Japanese has no real translation but basically means
perfection in imperfection, irregular beauty, things in their simplest, most austere and natural state...
The art of everyday life...
And on this first day of a New Year I am welcomed by all and any small thing out here in the cold...
I stare in awe...
...at the creative transformation these tiny things have undergone through a cold clear night...
Many lie dormant ...
Asleep in frozen grace...
Our lives...are but a little while,
so let them run as sweetly as you can,
and give no thought to grief from day to day.
For time is not concerned to keep our hopes,
but hurries on it's business,
and is gone.
What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset.
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy,
if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you,
if the simple things in nature have a message you understand,
Rejoice, for your soul is alive.
Hello...welcome to a new day!