I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson







Thursday, December 15, 2011

December...



weeds

The wind whistles
a solitary song
tuneless, lonely
warning of the cold to come.
winter bites its heels,
Churning up the seas, changing
its palette from summer blue
to gunmetal grey....
winter

author unknown... 


This December has been warm here at the beach. And foggy...







Peaceful, opalescent evenings....


 



 beginning before you know it




 hurry, hurry, it is


Three o'clock! It will be dark soon....




12/14/11----almost 60*, not even sweater weather. Should I finally put my shorts away? Or what?


love

           lizzy


 .........gone to the beach


self-portrait/december
note the curve of the earth
[or lens?]
 in the background
distance to the dunes is 2? miles


2 comments:

  1. you know me, i loved those pictures, keep your shorts out...hahaha here in kansas is sweatpants weather in the 40's...love margaret loved the self picture as well...

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  2. hey Lizzy,
    i love the crooked halo picture, your angels are such precious little dollies.

    happy holidays, and yeah i need a guardian angel for real here.

    love margaret

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