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| This photo was taken early this morning as the sun was coming up in my hometown.The red lamp is a reflection out my window. It is definitely cold, but peaceful. When the boys are with me, we have poetry at the breakfast table. This morning I pulled out a collection of poems written by Mary O'Neill, "Hailstones and Halibut Bones". The poem I chose was "What Is Blue". Here are just a few lines from the poem: "Blue is twilight, Shadows on snow, Blue is feeling Way down low. Cold is blue: Flame show from a welding torch Is, too: Hot, wild screaming, blistering Blue- And on winter mornings The dawns are blue...." |
Monday, February 13, 2012
Art Out My Window....
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