#12 winter solstice 2012

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I always struggle with the short December days, by writing and photographing and focusing on seeing what I see, I have found beauty. The last few years I fight with the bittersweet vines on our property. As I cut them for my vases I thought I'll learn to see beauty in these vines that choke my field. I'll learn to love them as I open my camera, my eyes, the window and the door to see the sunrise, clouds, shadows, vines and tonight's spectacular sunset.

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"My mother always closes her bedroom drapes tight
before going to bed at night.

I open mine as wide as possible.
I like to see everything, I say.
What's there to see?

Moon. Air. Sunrise.
All that light on your face in the morning. Wakes you up.
I like to wake up.
"
-- Anne Carson, from "The Glass Essay"

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