Here was yet another liminal space, a crossing point between the mundane and the magical. Winter, it seems is full of them: fleeting invitations to step out of the ordinary.
from the book, Wintering by Katherine May, 2020
Excerpt from the book: Wintering
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I remember sitting in the Michigan wood in winter, the trees bare and the wind causing the trees to sway wildly as though they are having a Forest Dance. ❤️
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Yes, exactly, that’s lovely John 🙂
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Thank you, Sylvia. ❤️
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How very much à propos for this time of year. Beautiful pairing with your lovely photo.
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Thank you Dale 🙂
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🙂
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Back home, they finished “wintering” through a near blizzard. Out here in the desert, it was a nearly daylong sandstorm on Monday. I’ll take a blizzard before a sandblasting anytime. 🙂
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I have not experienced a true sand storm. Sounds very intimidating.
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Spare and beautiful.
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Thank you Lynette 🙂
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A very striking photo Sylvia 🙂
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Thank you Brian 🙂
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Aah yes, the liminal space of winter. Lovely capture 💕
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Thank you Val 🙂
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“a crossing point between the mundane and the magical” Fun to think about Sylvia. It can happen when you are quietly sitting or walking in the woods. Great photo for the thought. –Curt
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Oh yes, I agree.
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Lovely excerpt and photo, Sylvia.
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thank you Jet 🙂 It’s a really well written book that I truly enjoyed
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