Thursday, January 04, 2007

New day

the light falls just so
gold on black ice

time does not stop
neither does love

Click on the photo to see a larger version. Much more interesting in detail.


Blogger trinitystar said...

a little glimpse ... nice!

hugs for you :o)

1/04/2007 9:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank goodness light and time and love do not stop. This is all so beautifully woven together.

1/04/2007 10:15 AM  
Blogger polona said...

beautiful, and it's really worth looking at the enlarged photo.

1/04/2007 10:51 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i wish it didn't, but i fear it does.

i can feel my emotions sticking to the iced twigs and the frosted, curled leaf. as cold as dead love.

1/04/2007 11:29 AM  
Blogger MB said...

I didn't mean specific loves, Charlie.

1/04/2007 12:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Across centuries
across eons!


1/04/2007 12:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautiful photo. I was just thinking about time the other day, wondering about light and how far it travels and how it arrives here, now. Maybe love is like that light.

1/04/2007 12:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh, thank goodness for that :o)

1/04/2007 3:37 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

And we are the luckier because of it!

1/04/2007 3:49 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Trinitystar, a glimpse, a glance, that's all that is sometimes needed.

Pauline, they are woven together!

Polona, thank you. Yes, the luminescence and details pop out in the enlarged photo.

Alan, and certainly across my lifetime!

Robin Andrea, I've wondered the same thing! Love is a mysterious force.

Charlie, was that a sigh of relief I just heard?

Corey, I believe we are.

1/04/2007 4:11 PM  
Blogger firebird said...

Ah, but time DOES stop when reading your crystalline poem--and love is beyond time...

1/04/2007 7:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm not sure why I love your simple poems the best. Maybe it is because there is so much to learn from so little.

1/04/2007 9:35 PM  
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1/05/2007 2:59 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

"gold on black ice" now that's an interesting image when related to relationships. A very accurate one I think. Very good!!

1/05/2007 4:19 AM  
Anonymous swampgrrl said...

hey there! i ambled over from another blog...i forget which! but i loved your images, both with the camera and painted with your words.

1/05/2007 5:33 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love the word painting. You are good with both.

1/05/2007 6:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oops, that was me commenting!

1/05/2007 6:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


1/05/2007 7:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

OOOH great site!

1/05/2007 9:42 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Firebird, many days I don't know what time is!

Mermaid, I can appreciate that. Sometimes simplest touches on the essence.

Zhoen, thank you.

Pat, a metaphor with many applications, definitely the one you mention. Thanks!

Swampgrrl, welcome! Thanks, I'm glad you found something of interest here. I'll come check out your blog soon.

Gautami, thank you very much.

Charlie, it's all pretty simple in the end.

Professor Zero, welcome! Thanks for stopping by.

1/05/2007 11:20 AM  
Blogger charlie said...

yeah right! :o)

1/05/2007 3:25 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Charlie, was that irony I just heard?

1/05/2007 3:48 PM  
Blogger charlie said...

Just the wind whispering through the trees, that's all.

btw, mb, how do i find your band's music?

1/05/2007 3:57 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Charlie, the wind whispers many things.

You can find it through iTunes, through the band website, on myspace... take your pick... I think this post should answer your question in any form you need. If not, let me know and I shall do my best to oblige. Thanks for asking.

1/05/2007 4:16 PM  
Blogger charlie said...

Thank you. Yes, it does, a bit like the grass :o)

I have emailed The Heard for CD purchasing info.

Incidentally, my mother's name was Mary Whittaker (2 Ts). It's a nice name. She could sing too.

1/06/2007 12:53 AM  
Blogger floots said...

loved the combination
one of your very best

1/06/2007 10:15 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Charlie, yes much like the grass! I will alert the authorities to look for your email. My antecedents of course trace back to your part of the world, a few hundred years ago.

Floots, thank you very much!

1/06/2007 2:27 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...


It's uncharacteristically low-cloud cold and rainy here, and this gave me a nice respite.

1/06/2007 4:21 PM  
Blogger Jean said...

Cette photo est une merveille !
L'OR , le vrai !

1/07/2007 12:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

are we distantly related?? hmmmmmm... tra la la :o)

Whitaker (one or two Ts), as you probably know, is a corruption of Whiteacre. There are two such villages I know about over here. One is in Yorkshire and on is in Lancashire. My mother was a Lancastrian.

1/07/2007 1:45 AM  
Blogger leslee said...


1/07/2007 8:18 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Lori, me too. Respite is what it was.

Jean, on ne sait jamais ou on peut trouver un peu d'or!

Charlie, I *think* it may have been Nottingham, but I couldn't swear to that.

Leslee, thanks.

1/07/2007 11:52 AM  

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