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.
"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."
"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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