Saturday Morning - Snowfall
7:00 a.m., Saturday morning. February 1. View from my back porch looking out over my old neighborhood (I no longer live here).
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxM7shKiatQ&feature=youtu.be - Kenny Barron, "Sail Away"
I like Saturday mornings. I like them more than Sunday mornings. There is a hush that falls over the urban landscape at the end of the work week - on Saturday mornings. For a few moments when you wake up, you automatically think "work." Then it hits you - No, no work. No rush. No commute. No church, either (that's a Sunday commitment). Chores may come, but not just yet. You've got an hour or so before lists and Honey-Do's get called into play.
Oh Heaven! You can sleep in or just veg out a bit if you can't sleep any longer.
Early Saturday mornings, I can hear the extra quiet of people having no particular place to go, with no particular time to be there. No street traffic, no front doors, back doors or car doors opening and closing. No radios or music. Maybe there's some Coffee getting made, some eggs and bacon being fried, but you smell that more than hear it. Sunday usually isn't as quiet as these first couple of hours of sunrise on Saturday.
I can't guarantee that; but I'd testify to it.
Plus, if the snow is falling, actively, strongly, it will be extra quiet still. There is no wind. There are no birds, no cats, no dogs, no sounds of any life on the rustle. You might see a neighbor, looking out of their window at the snow coming down - noticing you as you are noticing them. You nod, or quietly wave. No need to say "good morning." The sound of words would break the spell of quiet.
In addition, if the snow is still coming down, well, it's just too soon to shovel then, isn't it, and one might as well wait awhile until it tapers off. Get it all at once; no need to do it piecemeal.
So, there is just this luscious moment - of stillness - at 7:00 a.m. during this quiet snowfall on a Saturday morning. I hope you found it too.
Textures by www.flickr.com/photos/vintagefindings/8252801146/in/set-7... - "snowtexture" Karen Burns
and misc. bokeh texture
I said, two pictures ago, that I had chosen to make my peace with winter; with the snow, and the wind and the cold of this year. I have. It has helped enormously.
Saturday Morning - Snowfall
7:00 a.m., Saturday morning. February 1. View from my back porch looking out over my old neighborhood (I no longer live here).
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxM7shKiatQ&feature=youtu.be - Kenny Barron, "Sail Away"
I like Saturday mornings. I like them more than Sunday mornings. There is a hush that falls over the urban landscape at the end of the work week - on Saturday mornings. For a few moments when you wake up, you automatically think "work." Then it hits you - No, no work. No rush. No commute. No church, either (that's a Sunday commitment). Chores may come, but not just yet. You've got an hour or so before lists and Honey-Do's get called into play.
Oh Heaven! You can sleep in or just veg out a bit if you can't sleep any longer.
Early Saturday mornings, I can hear the extra quiet of people having no particular place to go, with no particular time to be there. No street traffic, no front doors, back doors or car doors opening and closing. No radios or music. Maybe there's some Coffee getting made, some eggs and bacon being fried, but you smell that more than hear it. Sunday usually isn't as quiet as these first couple of hours of sunrise on Saturday.
I can't guarantee that; but I'd testify to it.
Plus, if the snow is falling, actively, strongly, it will be extra quiet still. There is no wind. There are no birds, no cats, no dogs, no sounds of any life on the rustle. You might see a neighbor, looking out of their window at the snow coming down - noticing you as you are noticing them. You nod, or quietly wave. No need to say "good morning." The sound of words would break the spell of quiet.
In addition, if the snow is still coming down, well, it's just too soon to shovel then, isn't it, and one might as well wait awhile until it tapers off. Get it all at once; no need to do it piecemeal.
So, there is just this luscious moment - of stillness - at 7:00 a.m. during this quiet snowfall on a Saturday morning. I hope you found it too.
Textures by www.flickr.com/photos/vintagefindings/8252801146/in/set-7... - "snowtexture" Karen Burns
and misc. bokeh texture
I said, two pictures ago, that I had chosen to make my peace with winter; with the snow, and the wind and the cold of this year. I have. It has helped enormously.