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The In-BetweenTime
The In-BetweenTime
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The In-BetweenTime
The in-Between Time Like words that can dissolve a bond between lovers, the Sun cuts the ties between Winter and Spring. The In-between Time lingers as the invisible cord slowly disintegrates. It uncovers the decay of things long dead that blanket the fragi...
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Burning Pine Cones
Burning Pine Cones
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Burning Pine Cones
Wandering through my house in search of a certain art piece to finish i noticed how many sticks,rocks & pine cones i have collected and kept. All have a meaning of a place, a person,a time in my life. Some i remember, many i do not. But I've kept them all. ...
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The Messiness of Spring
The Messiness of Spring The snow melts portraying the ugliness of things long dead;
leaves decayed, last remnants of snow banks with soot embedded and colours of
browns and blacks. Bleak. A reminder of whats ended. The in be-tween time. It
reflects the sadn...
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Solstice & 2016 New Year
Solstice & the New Year Celebrating the longest night knowing that after the night
passes the light begins its journey back. It’s ironic that the light starts coming back in the
deepest, coldest of winter, when you want to hunker down, hibernate and keep
wa...
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The In-between time
The In-between Time & Creativity The time between Fall & Winter: the end of another
cycle. The light is dimming, leaves have fallen, and the world seems quieter.
The smell of decay and wood smoke, air prickles the skin and waters run cold. I put the gardens...
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