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In the Hallway

In the hallway of the house with all the windows and the oak tree outside, there’s a wooden table covered by a paisley scarf.  On the scarf sit many planters filled with plants of course and also items like this turtle surrounded by sweet marjoram, and the dragonfly I found this past summer.

I have small bolts of cloth given by friends who know my love of orange, and a soft green mug also from a friend who knows, in the end, I love all colors.

And in silhouette on cream-colored walls … and both in silhouette and reflection on multiple panes of glass … there are the leaves and branches of the oak tree moving in the stiff autumn breeze making me pause and take a rest no matter what shenanigans I’m preparing to deal with that particular day.

A World of Windows

I am lucky enough to live in a house with many windows on all sides.  It is a Victorian house built in the early 1900s.  Light is constantly streaming into just about every room, even at night from the street lights.  Whenever and wherever possible, the owner has filled the window frames with old glass from the period and so the glass has ripples and little bubbles.  As I have written many times, arching over the house is a  mighty oak tree.  All that to say, that in my time in this house with a camera in my hand, I have come to love silhouettes and reflections, and all the scenes to be seen through — and in — the looking glass.

In Red and White

The Bluest Eye

 

Fallen Leaf

After the Rains

Keith's Rainbow

Lines

Clouds …

“A cloud over the sun doesn’t mean there is no sun.” — Gregory Orr

Yellow Petals