…it was one of those lazy Saturday afternoons in winter…pale sunlight…bone-penetrating coldness…quiet and still…shadows…I just stood silently and still…inhaling the fresh cold air…calmness and simplicity all around…and clarity…and then I looked down…saw these twigs and snow and shadows and I just took some shots…I felt some lightness in my being and silence in myself…I felt a beautiful absence…and for some reason, I wrote these words in my journal:
“I slowly move to a place of many beginnings and unending endings.”
(*i took this shot at Charles Sauriol Conservation Area, Toronto, Ontario)
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About Virgilio Gavia
Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
I love the way you just let it happen Virgilio,
thanks for noticing, Michele. you got it right.
Brilliant touch of words my friend…I like what you came up with.
P.S Stay tune in about half – Hour…I will be posting up my new blog.
thanks, charliezero…heading your way, my friend.