The first Spring meal… Dear Lovelies… Just a short note to mention that this is (already) my 200th After Eight Moment! Which is pretty amazing, since at the very beginning, I doubted the new project would last a whole week. Looking for the beauty in little things is becoming a reflex again, and…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
You can’t rush a sparrow, into learning how to fly… But are you patient enough, to sit and wait to see it spread wings and leap, aiming for the sky? Are you? .
I so long to go where the grass is greener, where the skies are always blue, and I can again just be Her… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Nature morte. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on dead leaves, little rocks and pieces of wood along the sidewalk. In the middle of it all is a yellow upside down empty snail shell.
Fine dentelle glacée, Larme d’hiver abreuvant Un printemps naissant… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up picture of leftover ice melting over green grass.
Phoenix rising from the ashes… Except there is no fire, and no ashes, and this is by all means not a Phoenix, per say. But aside from these few details, I think that the comparison is pretty accurate! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
How can you be blue? My clear Québec cobalt skies, looking down on you… .
There’s a crack in everything… That’s how the light gets in. – Leonard Cohen If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. https://youtu.be/48AJBXs5dNc
Just twelve hours ago, the streets and sidewalks were all clear… It smelled and looked like spring. No more! This is what things looked like when I walked back home at midnight… And of course, no one had shoveled the stairs to our apartment… Snow isn’t just snow. There are many types of snow, and…… Continue reading Blurry pictures, for winter lovers…
I’ll bloom, I’ll open up, and grow like a lily to the heat of Spring… And wait for you to pick me up…. At long last. .
Cyranny's Cove 