Van Gogh once wrote, “As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colours enough to paint the beautiful things I see.”
That sentiment follows me through every season. Even the smallest wanderings yield colour, texture, structure, astonishment — a quiet abundance.
Will the winter never be over,
Will the dark days never go?
Must the buttercup and the clover
Be always hid under the snow?
Ah, lend me your little ear, love!
Hark! 'tis a beautiful thing;
The weariest month of the year, love,
Is shortest and nearest to spring.
Adeline Whitney
Snowdrops are also known as ‘Candlemas Bells’, as they bloom around #Candlemas. This Christian celebration of light echoes the older pagan festival of #Imbolc, and is observed on 2nd February to mark the ritual purification of Mary after the birth of Jesus.
"¿Es una nube? ¿Es un punto vacío
en el azul...? No. amigo mío,
es un bando de garzas... Son las novias del Río..."
-Andrés Eloy Blanco
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