I will never bake perfect looking gingerbread. But I can bake great tasting gingerbread and, in my book, that’s more than enough. In fact, that goes for all my baking – it’s something I love doing, I’m not at all bad at it, but my baking will always have a homemade look about it. I have neither the patience to strive for an army of identically looking gingerbread figurines, nor do I have the discipline to always stick to the recipe for all my baking. Since I do understand how it works, I have fun with it, I experiment and I enjoy the slightly different results I get. That very diversity and that imperfect homemade look are perhaps what makes the entire process just right… dare I say, my own kind of “perfect”?
I wanted to do a winter series last year. But beautiful snowy winter failed to manifest itself in my corner of the world and I didn’t have a chance to travel somewhere I could enjoy it in all its glory. So that was that.
However, the first day of this winter brought us the first snow. But I could only enjoy it from my window, experiencing a bitter-sweet feeling, as we were in lockdown for the entire month of December. The thought of yet another snowless winter wasn’t exactly a tragedy, but the thought of taunting snow outside my window while I couldn’t really experience it was somewhat annoying. So when I woke up to big fluffy flakes covering my town last week, I couldn’t wait to get out there and enjoy winter’s wonderful gift.
It was uplifting to see children building snowmen with their parents or starting snow fights, dogs and birds frolicking in the snow, memories being made all around, even with masks on. I took it all in, just like everybody else, revelling in the moment. On top of everything, now I’m glad I have some wintery photos to share with you in a series I hope you enjoy.
Stay safe, everyone!
I’m cheating this week. On one hand I’m not exactly “wordless”, on the other, I’m also using these photos for the Lens Artists’ Weekly Challenge – On Display. But I’ll be brief, so I hope you’ll forgive me. Time is an issue, so I’ll leave you with this interpretation of a Christmas display I saw in Paris two years ago. Continue reading “Almost Wordless Wednesday #77”
Winter holidays are probably that time of year when ghosts of our past are most likely to come out and dig their dirty fingernails into wounds closed long ago, hoping to pry them open and make them bleed once more. And if there’s ever a chance for them to succeed…
Well, at least that’s what this time of year is like for me. So here I am, lights twinkling in the tree, Christmas songs playing… and I’m angry dancing in my fuzzy bathrobe and equally fuzzy slippers while brushing my teeth, late at night. Before you say it, no, I can’t blame this on too much mulled wine; that’s simply who I am. Continue reading “Christmas Ghosts”
I shouldn’t play favourites, I know, but out of nature’s elements, water is the one I prefer. I may have already mentioned it once or twice. So when Patti from Lens-Artists suggested “Splash” for this week’s challenge, countless stories flooded my mind. I have to agree with her when she says, “water is magical. Its beauty, power and persistence are unsurpassed.” So is its ability to surprise and amaze, I was reminded today, as I was struggling with my feelings towards the first snow of this early winter. Continue reading “A Splash Of Snow By The Sea”