We are back in the loverly town of Waynesville once more. You were transported through our cyber spaces to this charming little land of old glories with Charlotte and Brigi, in their posts, just a week ago. The streets are quiet. The snow gently descends whispering silver disks, and the cold chills the very marrow in your bones. Crisp colors of historical shops reach for the light, desiring to become something incredibly breathtaking; the sun has taken its rest behind the cover of clouds. It must be dreaming of Summer because its light penetrates into all crevices, even into the folds of my billowy scarf. I am cold, and so are you. Come, sit beside me on this bench. We will watch the flakes together.
I was so glad to have bundled up in my warm kelly-green turtleneck! The blue of my new jacket makes me feel colder, but as I press myself up against this red painted wall, I pretend to envelope into it, to bring at least a feeling of coziness to my mind. And its not difficult.
Peering into shop windows is an odd pastime when other people inside, strangers, are looking back at you and trying not to attract your attention to their obvious presence. Its uncomfortable. Its almost like looking into a haunted house’s windows and expecting to see the imaginary ghosts. Why is it that we don’t like to exchange greetings of smiles through shop windows? Are we truly afraid of who we might see?
I like much better the views of the town from my perch on the bench. I can breath here and do what I love best: watch everything that penetrates my attention. Now there is a pastime worthwhile!
Have you ever watched the snow fall? Have you ever tried that old game of picking out a snowflake and trying to be successful in watching it’s full descent? I have. But I always fail. How about you?
Ah ha! Here are my stubborn boots come back again to pinch my toes. They are behaving themselves however with my good choice of socks. The thinner, the better! And do any of you like to where leggings with your booted feet? I love it! Only my skirt can never be too long, else I find it tripping up my ever brisk pace.
My outfits seem to find a way of trickling down with like colors. The scarf is the key organizer for the eye with this outfit. Do you see how the bright red and cream of the skirt are lightly reflected in the silk? Or the oceanic hues of my new jacket? Even the soft brown of my heels are matched almost perfectly in the bordering brown of the scarf. And lastly the green sweater adds a touch of something different to the like color pallet.
These gloves have touched many things in their lifetime. But what is interesting to me is they have never touched a living flower, a fuzzy caterpillar, nor have they been used when the sun shines its rays giving warmth back to the world. These wonderful gloves are never used when things grow. And that is something to think about: the different things we touch throughout the seasons.
To say good-by to a lovely town such as Waynesville is always hard for the girls and I. But when you have two sisters who both had to shed their winter coats for this shoot, returning to you with cold, rosy cheeks, and blue lips, hurrying home becomes an easy thing. But I managed a gay chirp of laughter here — who knew a load of coats, purses and camera bag could keep one warm enough to get through 30 minutes of photo taking!
Cheery Oh! And much love to you all!