© Karen McRae, 2013
transitions
Feathered and Frosted
By Degrees
it’s been a winter,
he said
yes, it has been
a winter
The thing to consider about weeping willows, is that they are inherently mischievous.
There are many stories to support this thought. Tales of entanglement, trickery and enchantment. Stories also, of their wisdom.
If you lived much of your childhood beneath a graceful willow, you know the stories of wisdom are true. You will know, too, of their affability.
But, when you stop beneath a snow-laden willow on a day in late winter, you might be reminded of their playfulness. For the trees are awakening.
And while you are veiled in its beauty – when you feel encompassed and safe; it will start the battle then.
For what is wisdom, without humour?
it’s been a winter,
he said
yes, I love that it’s been a winter
© Karen McRae, 2013
Temporary Blooms
Wither
Cusp
Sugar Coated
Tiny Transitions
There are more “mosaic” seed heads (see previous entry) I think I might post but this icy flower image was taken a day later – the day after the freezing rain. The temperature had dropped significantly and that made things look quite different.
The ice is shaped by these fluctuations.
© Karen McRae, 2012


































