Dreaming

Fairy tale woods

life is a garden,
not a road

we enter and exit
through the same gate

wandering,
where we go matters less
than what we notice.

~ Bokonon

Indistinct

I was going to take you cross-country skiing today.  We would have had to travel back a couple of days, just to Sunday when M and I went up to Chapin Forest Reservation.  I took my little toy camera along on the trip and some of the photos are… interesting.  Different from my usual.  I will show them to you another day.

Melting snow swirls on ice

As I was sorting through the photos from Sunday, Monday, and today, I decided I’d rather take you on a walk around the pond with me.  It’s incredibly warm outside today.  No bundling up necessary, although I would recommend a jacket or sweatshirt and some boots.  An umbrella or rain coat might come in handy, too.  It’s been raining off and on all day.  Most of the snow and ice are gone now, and the ground is soggy.

Shadow tracks

The first few reflection images are from yesterday when the surface of the pond was still icy enough to hold snow.  The thaw creates an artwork all its own with little or no help from me.  (I flipped the photos, and tweaked the contrast and colors.)

Today

As you can see from the above photo, the thawing of the pond seems to be almost complete.  But if you look closely, you’ll find there are still some large chunks of ice around the edges.

Mirage

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

~ Edgar Allan Poe

Watery sunlight

We’re getting a new dishwasher here at Breezy Acres.  I don’t know why we bother to call a repairman when it comes to a broken dishwasher.  Inevitably, the repair costs more than a new dishwasher.  Planned obsolescence wins again.

Crackle

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

~ Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

Bubble art

I am in an odd mood lately.  I don’t know how to describe it.  Perhaps it’s just the oddness of winter, going back and forth between cold and warmth, making me feel as if I’m in limbo or half asleep.

Bubbles and crackles

You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand.  The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.

~ Jorge Luis Borges

The bubblesphere

I think that’s about it from me and from the Bogs for today.  It will be warm again tomorrow, and then winter will return.  We might even be able to go skiing again by the weekend.

Sunlight glides between clouds and reflections

Thank you so much for your visits and comments.  Hello and welcome to my new visitors.  As you may have noticed, I am once again far behind here, there, and everywhere.  Hopefully I’ll catch up soon, or at least clear things out enough to start from now.  If I haven’t been by to see you lately, I’ll be there soon.  I promise.

Winter sleep

Have a delightful day, evening, night… whenever and wherever you are on the spectrum of time.  🙂

Woodland dreams

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