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Are the holidays especially hectic for you too?  If so, I highly recommend you steal away to a quiet corner and read this image essay by poet and artist Donald Langosy.  A treat for the eyes and soul, I’d say. 😉  http://talkingwriting.com/image-essay-donald-langosy/

"The Metaphysician and Monsignor" © Donald Langosy

“The Metaphysician and Monsignor” © Donald Langosy

… but sometimes, it is.  This day’s activity began with a desire to start sending out holiday cards.  Inspired by recent interactions with children of all ages and with artists from many different backgrounds, I decided to err on the side of curiosity and creativity.  For a while I had been wondering if I could transform one of my postcards (a simple stand of trees) into holiday stationery.   Today I decided to go for it.  I searched my supplies for white glitter to mimic snow upon dark branches but all I could find was gold glitter and a little blue, a bunch of old papers and stickers, some scissors and a bit of glue.  And so …

In the end, I expect I will send them to my youngest friends and family (or those who are quite young at heart), and who do not mind a bit of sparkle in their mailbox. 😉

interior of a found shell

Fading Light

birthday cupcake

There are few things more fun to photograph …

… than unexpected treats from friends. 😉

raspberries and clementines

At first I wanted to title this image, “Cuddling,” but I thought that might be too sassy a title for my simple breakfast. Wherever you are in the world, have a good day, folks. 😉

… I went for a walk by the water and what did I see?  I saw a tree with pink-tinged blossoms filling the sky over me.

An unexpected late autumn delight.

a figure in ice?

I don’t know … I feel like I see a figure in the icicle.  A drooping shoulder.  A lean torso narrowing into nothingness as the sun melts its frame.  Perhaps I have been reading too many fantasy novels. What do you see? 😉

A few days ago when my five-year old friend came to visit, she asked, “Can we go see the butterflies?” Up the spiral staircase we went to the sunlit nook where the butterflies reside. Though we have seen these fancy flyers since she was tiny (as she describes her younger self), my little friend asked in a serious voice, “Cynthia, why do you have butterflies hanging from your ceiling?”

I responded with the answer she well knows which is, “A friend gave them to me years ago.  I like how the sun shines on and through their wings.”

She spun the mobile with her finger.  “I like that too.  It’s like having the inside outside, isn’t it?”  And what else could I say except, “Yep.”